I can feel my breast swelling at the mere thought of your hot mouth engulfing my taunt nipple...
I touch myself wishing you were real, watching me as my hand drifts slowly, steadily from my breast...
...across my twitching belly...
...feather-light caresses on my thigh..
... until my figures reach the place where your mouth should be.
I touch myself, softly, pretending I'm you...
I imagine you guiding me, beguiling me, commanding me to wet my fingers with my mouth and to enter the tender pink folds of china-delicate flesh hungry to be fucked.
I hear you moan as I do as you say.
You tell me to taste me.
And I do it.
You command me to squeeze my breast while I finger fuck myself harder and faster...
And right when I'm about to climate...
...you command me to stop.
Don't cum.
My body quivers.
My pussy aches.
But I want to please you Daddy.
I want to be a good girl for you.
So I stop.
I slow down my breathing.
I start counting backward from 100.
I obey.
I fold my trembling desire away
and tuck it in a pocket in my heart.
I await the day
when you give
me permission to cum...
...for you.
Until then... I count backwards...
