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