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