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