House Rule #1
His sexy message vibes, waking her from her sweet dream of being wrapped up in His arms, causing her morning dew to drip down her petal.
“You cum first.”
Daddy’s property is always kept naked.
The day starts after He gets HIS.
It was the program.
The morning sun warmed her flesh every morning, causing the dew to drip from her fleshy folds.
He was miles from her, hours away, yet the very thought of Him left her aching, drenched and writhing.
“Yes Daddy” she responded. His Good Girl. Waiting and wanton.
Arching her sun kissed bottom and sending Him the picture.
“Mmm. I am eating my breakfast, I should be eating You. Meet me on Skype. Bring Daddy His sweet pussy. I want my morning dew.”
Waiting for HIm was such sweet torture.
“Don’t you dare think about coming until I get there Babygirl.”
She tried to distract herself, but the hungry Beastress would not have allowed it.
His feral Lioness on a leash. His pet. His Muse.
She wanted to cum, needed to cum, demanded her release.
She squeezed her tight walls, only making the need worse.
HIs pussy was well trained.
Her sweetness dripped down her thigh, pooling in His sweet spot.
The same thigh that she had His name on last night.
As she straddled the oak chair, polished warm with her silky juices, the screen began to ring.
DRIP DRIP DRIP