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