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