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