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