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