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