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