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