Your smile is half-asses, Mr. Moore.

Love is a diseased affection.

Your smile is half-asses, Mr. Moore

So you tie men up, spank them and force them to eat your pussy. It is a shame you have to force men to do that to you. I would gladly get on my knees for you and eat that pussy like a delicious buffet.

It is not about what I want from you, Rita. It is about what I want to offer you. What I want to give you. I want to give you an escape.