The Pillars of Innocence

The Pillars of Whitey. Oh, the Pillars of Whitey! They are targets, bulky, long, invitation to failure! To carnal guilt, because I can't stop owning the pillars of the little girl, enjoying the columns of the little girl, enjoying the thighs of the girl, enjoying the legs of Whitey! I spread hot on the pillars of the girl, I spread gala on the pillars of the little one, I multiply gala on the thighs of Whitey, building milk flow through the legs of the companion, and shouting to her: 'Sweetie... you're enthralled... you're sweating... I die in your pillars!'