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