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