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