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