I intend to bend you.
To break you. To make you hate me for knowing you so well. To make you think about me all day long.
When I am not inside you, I want you to remember me there.
I want you to squeeze your pussy together and wish I was there. I want you to do it, right now, as you read this.
You did it, didn’t you?
My little whore. The void of Daddy feels good, doesn’t it?
But not as good, as the thickness inside you when your pussy is taking fire and you hit that peak. When you bend. When you are trying so are hard to maintain, but you just can’t.
You arch your back.
You collapse. But I keep pushing forward. Right into your orgasm.
Flooding you again. And again. And again.
Bend, Kitten. Just bend.