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