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