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