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