Floppy titted hippy came in and she was ready for a whippin'. She knew what was required of a good whore and she did her best to please, even lapping her own slurry from the whore bowl. It was as if she came in to be punished and humiliated, and that is in fact the reason why she did come in. She just needed to temporarily rid herself of the fallacious inveracity and serpentine windings of feminism, and just give in to her natural, unadulterated state: on her knees in front of two hard dicks, ready to receive the quintessence of everything that is male like the creator intended.
