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