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