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