I'm not watching you, but it's like my eyes have never left your body.
Kitten doesn't like to get ignored, but Daddy is working out, doing his tractions at the bar.
It's a different story, when I'm in the gym and I order you to tease yourself as you wait for me coming back: we can't do this, now.
You're so nitid on my mind, doing exactly what I'm expecting you're doing: your shirt, raising over your shoulders and falling down your feet; your panties, the black ones, swiping slowly down, over your sexy legs.
Naked, as passion.
Raw, as desire.
Silly girl, don't confuse my focused grunts with disattention over you.
You're moving silently like a kitty cat, taking from the floor my used Coachella t-shirt: Daddy's clothes always look better on you.
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The way you wear it gets me horny.
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Oooh, I know you're sitting on our bed, legs wide open.
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My feet touch the floor and I breathe easily again.
Oooooh, you know that I know, don't you?
But you like pretending you have no idea I'm gonna bust you. Daddy's naughty, precious thing.
I'm turning now, sweaty back to sweaty bare chest.
You know I caught you touching yourself without my permission, I can tell it by the way your hand tries to retreat.
So, you wanna play.
Here's my barbell: for each set of my biceps curl, you rub your clit and edge yourself.
When Daddy stops, little stops.
You absolutely are NOT allowed to cum.
Deal?
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Good girl...
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Look at me.
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I said, fucking look at me.
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Don't tell me you're already in pain...