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