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