I hope that’s the words channeling through your dome as you crawl across the floor, eyes fixed on the prize that awaits.
Own it. Own that sexy little state of mind as you crawl. As you reach me, and reach up, putting me into your mouth, eyes on mine, owning your sexiness.
Confidently you come right at me.
That’s it, Kitten. Just like that.
Now let Papa bring home the gold.