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