all you do is stare at my lap. you wanted your mouth filled so bad that you went to grab your toy. you came and asked me to throat train you. all before i fuck your pretty mouth. you’re such a pretty slut for daddy. i want to fill every hole of yours.
forcing her to cum 3 or 5 times in a row until she’s all shaky, fucked out, overstimulated and completely overwhelmed… and still keep fucking her through every single orgasm
I love watching that naive little brain of yours just... slow down. “just one more drink” I tell you and you’re too far gone to even think about saying no. You’ve become so needy, so desperate for my touch. it’s almost pathetic how easily you let me wash your thoughts away.
constant denial makes you so beautifully pliant. I want to feel you fighting your own body, trying your hardest to hold back your orgasms while I’m overstimulating you. just to see that look of pure panic when I decide to fuck them out of you myself.
You were made for a collar, you crave it. You need to feel it pressed up against your neck, reminding you what you are. You need someone to tug hard on your leash, keeping you down on your knees. You need the reminder, you make a better puppy than a person.