Crawl, like you are a kitten, Kitten.
Make my spine curl with the raw sexiness that is you. Own it. Be it. Blow my fucking mind.
In my years I have been intimate with enough women to know this characteristic is beyond rare. Every girl wants to be that girl. Few are.
You can bet your sweet little ass Kitten that when I come at you I am bringing a beating red face and a tight grip, so if you want this meal ticket, show the fuck up and make me believe it.
Bat those eyes. Pine for me. Beg me to slap this cock across your feminine face and grab my dick like you fucking own it.
I don’t settle. I want nothing but the best. I get it in every aspect of my life so you better not think I am going settle here. In case you didn’t know, passionate fucking is kinda important to me.
When I get your legs spread, I am diving in and not leaving until I feel two legs tightening around my head, your hips twisting, and that shiver we both know all too well.
This clit is fucking mine, god damn it.
Give me that G spot now, darling. Fingers are making your back arch and when you think I am focused on that only I am bringing that clit right back in the rotation.
I want your orgasms. I want them all. I want you to think about how well I made you cum years down the road.
I want your pussy, already overwhelmed, beating like a drum, when I stick the hardness I bring you right up inside your swollen wet melting mess.
You are gonna cum with my cock deep inside you. You have no choice in how you look at this moment. I fucking own you right now.
And after you shake again, I want that backside and I am not asking nicely either, so you can just take that ‘not tonight’ shit and fuck off. It’s mine. You are mine. I am running this game.
But one thing is critical in you to know. To understand.
You need to fucking beg me for it. Say it. With your eyes. With your face. With your words. Fucking say it. Say “Daddy, fuck my ass.” I wanna hear it.
I am not fucking around I don’t need shy from you.
Make me believe it.