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