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