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