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