Control

Cum for Me.
Cum for Daddy.

...my own imagination cannot compare. When my hand slips down between my thighs and my fingers touch that throbbing little button i try to think of anything.

Anything at all.

Whatever will take me over that edge.

...my own fantasies cannot compare.  i am shaking with want, the dripping ache just won't go away.  i am desperate and greedy and with everything i am i want to cum.

i just can't.

No matter how i try, no matter how i want.

...my own will cannot compare to the sheer force of His want.  Or maybe the two have strangely become one and the same.  The idea is frightening, but when i feel the power of that very idea somehow my body lets go and i sink into my place.

Cum for Me.
Cum for Daddy.