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