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