Daddy's always staring at me. I doubt she ever hears anything i say. I wonder want she thinks about while shes looking at me. Will she murder me? Will she kiss me? Its kind of hypnotic. I love when she gives me head. I can feel the frustration and lust as she eats me like dessert on a desperate Sunday. I crave her love but i never get it. I know she loves me. I know she cares but shes not used to being love. Shes used to being used for sex. She speaks with so much empathy yet she lacks it. She speaks with a soul of mannerisms then with her tongue on my clit. I intentionally irritate her to see how sexually angry she will get but it always seems to back fire on me. I love it though. It seems she holds back on what she really wants to do to me. All that anger i cause. I'm just waiting for her to unleash all her sexual demons on me. Let me experience it all. I believe i can handle it. However, the other part of me hopes she doesnt. Like im not ready for all the abuse. I chose to be her sex slave because i love her but i dont want to be forced into certain things.
When she pronounces her words i fall in a trace. She makes sure she says every syllable. It shows how in control of her tongue she is. It lowkey turns me on. The way she says taste, good girl, babygirl . Its all seducing to me. When she touches my thighs i get instant butterflies. When she kisses my neck i get waterfalls. I love it. I love her. She just doesnt see it.
