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