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