Not this time, cupcake.
Mr. Nice Guy left the building – I just want to break you down into a million pieces and that is exactly what is going to happen, so just lend me your body for a moment and let me make you cum a million times against your will.
I am not as nice as you think.
Sure, my methods feel amazing for you, but don’t kid yourself, sweetheart. Part of this drive behind me making you cum is so I can look myself in the fucking mirror and smile right back with intense pride and selfish confidence.
Quite the conundrum you find yourself in, isn’t it?
When I push you down and shove my fingers inside you, straight to your G Spot, I am making you shudder so I can say “I told you so” when you cannot pull yourself up off the floor.
As you clit is in the prison between my upper lip and tongue, flicking you with speed and wetness until you curl up in a ball, my ego is congratulating my ego, watching your fucked-out state of mind that I just brought about in you.
My pride is at an all-time high when I see you cum, over and over and over.
When that hard cock you love so much pierces right past your lips, through your wetness, and deep into your pussy, pounding over and over again into your O Spot, I am grinning on the inside while I wait for that moment when your eyes light up and your thighs begin to tighten.
When you say, “Daddy, I am cumming.”
Now cum for me, doll. Cum for me.
Hard. I really need to see it or we are starting over.
My ego is running the show.
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