Whips turn what we have very bad. You count and I breathe in sync. Then I choose the black one with a pink fringe. You tag my ass slow then pause. I escape yet come back to our fantasy as the whip tags me again. Spread my cheeks and hit me hard. I want to feel that dark leather badly. Take me far from my reality, spanking me as I deserve it. Safeword? No there is none of that, I already know you are my protector. Grab me by the neck, show me what a king can do.