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