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