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