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