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