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