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