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