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