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