What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Claim your big prize
Don't you just love mornings?
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
I have my methods, daddy
No fear of the monster
I need a taste to be convinced
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Soft all over
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Look at that, how nice it slides
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Have you met perfection?