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