Where do you think you can run?
Where do you think you can run?
I have my methods, daddy
A match made in throat fuck heaven
You came in red, you'll leave all red
I need a taste to be convinced
Soft all over
No fear of the monster
Claim your big prize
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Have you met perfection?
Don't you just love mornings?