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