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