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