I lie before you, soft, warm, and shamelessly present. My hand rests innocently on my skin, but my gaze tells you something else entirely: I know exactly what you're thinking. And I'm enjoying it. You can look at me. Very slowly. Every curve, every contour, every little detail. I can feel your desire growing as I deliberately barely move—just a little, just enough to drive you even wilder. I whisper to you, "Well? Are you getting weak already? And I haven't even really started..." Then I draw you closer with my voice, very slowly, until you feel only my body, my warmth, and this forbidden fantasy. Today, I set the pace. And you can only go further when I'm sure you really can't take it anymore, Daddy... 🥵
