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