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