Hannah Rose

In the heart of Raccoon’s darkest night, Emerges a figure, a towering sight. Mr. X, in his bondage attire so tight, A presence commanding, with sheer delight. Through the Raccoon Police halls he strides, A daddy supreme, with nowhere to hide. Every stomp echoes, a rhythm so grand, A master in control, with a heavy hand In the depths of our hearts, a burning desire, For Mr. X, our daddy, our fire. With every encounter, our passions ignite, In the dark of the night, he is our light.