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