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