“Come all over me, Daddy,” I whisper in between kisses, my filter having disintegrated and now I’m bold, like one of my imaginary characters. Speaking out loud on behalf of my body that has been plagued by hormones that I don’t know how to sate. “I want my wet skirt to slap against my thighs all day and know you made it that way.” I baby talk up at him, nipping at his chin. “I want to be such a bad girl for your cock.”
