Think highly of me, stepson
Think highly of me, stepson
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Don't you just love mornings?
Claim your big prize
No fear of the monster
Soft all over
You came in red, you'll leave all red
I need a taste to be convinced
A match made in throat fuck heaven
You are an amazing specimen, miss
I have my methods, daddy
Have you met perfection?