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