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