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