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