I’m addicted to eating pussy. I’d like to think I have some self-control here, but who the fuck am I kidding. I could spend a week down here and I really won’t ever want to get up. I have no control over whether or not it happens – it’s essential, every single time we are together.
Every single time.
Goddamn. It just kills me.
It’s that face you make. It’s those noises. The moans. The heavy breathing.
It’s the arched back when I hit that orgasm pitch, and you buckle, and I dig deep and keep my breathing under control so I can maintain and pick up the pace. It’s me witnessing you in a state of total bliss.
It’s the fact that I don’t have to be concerned with whether or not I will shoot my load. I get to determine when we stop, not my body. It’s you hitting orgasm after orgasm, and me just loving that fact that I have you in my control.
So just lay down. Ease back. Spread those beautiful legs.
Daddy is going to run you into the ground.