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