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