Lipstick Fetish, Spit & Control for Weak Slaves

Woke up soaked in filth and ready to tease. I know you’re obsessed with my lips and the way I look at you like you’re nothing. So I put on my favorite lipstick, stared into your pathetic soul and spat – just like you crave. You’re nothing but a mouth waiting to be used. Open wide and swallow, loser, and wait for my saliva. That’s all you’re good for!