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