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