Go ahead and touch her. You know you want to.
You know I want you to.
She’s a bit wet, isn’t she? Why do you think that is?
What’s making those hips turn, Miss Tumblr? What’s making your knees bend inward? What is it? What could it be?
Is it the deep voice that gets your heart racing and face flushed? Or maybe the words I say with this voice? What is it that makes you melt? Soaks you? What?
As I sit here with my iPhone jotting down sin in masterful obnoxiousness, I imagine my arrogance would be pretty annoying if my mission was not to bring you closer to me – all so that I can worship you – your body and mind in its complete beauty, celebrating every little last fiber of your being.
My Dominance in full display brought down to total weakness because of the sight and smell of you. Mr Arrogance capped at the knees because I just cannot stand how fucking sexy you are. Everything about you turns me to mush.
So I may talk a big game Kitty Cat, but you can bet your sweet ass I’m coming at you like a stampede when you get in my grasp.
Do you like that deep voice? That testosterone? Come put your little feminine ass in my lap and tell me all about it.
Try and ignore the fact that my hand is slipping up past your knees, along your inner thighs, right up your sundress to find your beautiful wetness.
I wink at you when I know you are wet for me and then make you taste my fingers glazed in your sweetness. Tossing you down to make your wetness turn watery as I finger you until your inner thighs look like you just left the bathtub.
Such a good girl when you squirt for Daddy.
Two hands around your delicate neck and I fuck my week into your softness and you can in my eyes my worship of you runs deep.
Cum for me, one more time, so I can fill you with my commitment and kiss you to let you know you cracked right through my arrogance and made vulnerable in your essence.
That’s it. Cum for me.
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