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