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