Step on over here little one because I’m going to make you ponder every man before me and dread the idea of any men after me.
So, I suggest that you settle in with the idea that I’m gonna be ringing your bell like you didn’t even know was even possible, dying to crawl out of the skin I am holding onto ever so tightly.
You are going to gush like Old Faithful shortly after I get my hands on you, and the best part is that you have no choice in the matter.
These hands and forearms have perfected this craft and I’ve been working out again lately which spells trouble for you. My patience is at an all-time low, so you should do what is best for you and just shut up and lean the fuck back and please allow me to open up a new world for you.
When Daddy is wrecking your body, you will feel like I gave you the meaning to life, introduced you to God, and exposed the answer to every question you ever had. Staring at me in this state will feel like you just discovered something unreal, like that unknown mysterious entity in the briefcase from Pulp Fiction, in the form of a bearded bald man with a passion so raw it soaks you and frightens you just thinking about it.
Get the fuck ready for this one Babygirl, because when I start there is no stopping me. I am the 4th of July, New Year’s Eve, and Mardi Gras all wrapped up into a masculine form with a sole purpose of making you cum so fucking hard you cannot bring yourself to say you ever had an orgasm before this.
“What were those other things before?”, you will ask yourself.
“They didn’t reach the wall. They didn’t make me convulse involuntarily.”
I want you screaming. I want you squirting. I want you desperately aching for my presence six months from now and I want your pussy soaked each time you access your long-term memory when you think about this moment.
So, go ahead and prepare emotionally the best you can, Kitty Cat. Process this vision in your mind and push yourself to think about the way it will go down.
Now realize, it is not even close to what is coming.