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