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