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