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