Whipped Off

Catherine’s eyes are returning your gaze
And those of a thousand men just like you
Cos she is the star of an amateur film
Alongside a well-hung brute unnamed
Uploaded online last Tuesday
 
And Catherine knows what’s expected of her
Her body has learned to take a pounding
It’s not to your taste but you watch anyway
Cos you’re gonna take whatever’s going
And Catherine knows the feeling
 
And some people will judge cos it’s easier to judge
 
There were three in the bed on the world wide web
A handful of tissues and your pants round your legs
Who said romance was dead?
 
And Catherine’s eyes are screwed up with the pain
Or maybe the ecstasy she’s faking
You’d prefer it if he didn’t cum on her face
But you’re not the person who decides
And neither is Catherine really