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