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