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