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