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