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