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