She is not calm till sheathed within Her black constrictive latex skin From head to toe no flesh exposed A Rubber Doll to fuck and pose
An eyeless mask engulfs her face Her features swallowed in its tight embrace Her breathing heaves, she moans with lust I polish and buff my latex slut
Custom rigs and racks built to aid her transformation She'd rather live her life as a household decoration Paranoid by freedom she prefers her fantasy To be a sexy chair or table—objectified entirely
She spends her days gagged, plugged, and bound Electrodes zap her hairless mound As furniture items in my home Hung upside down or packed in foam
One day I had her teeth removed Replaced her lips with an inner tube Inflated, they fit extra tight She licks the rubber with delight
[Bass solo: Widener]
[Guitar solo: Martinez]
[Bass solo: Widener]
[Guitar solo: Martinez]
Secure to be a latex object of utility I augment her condition with intensive surgery Sightless, she took time to discover how she'd been improved She climaxed when she realized that her arms had been removedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
