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