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