Daddy, I'm waiting for your dick

You find this petite body impossible to ignore, the kind of compact, soft curves that make your hands feel restless and your focus collapse.

You notice the way the pose is deliberate — an open invitation aimed directly at you, every angle arranged to pull your attention lower and keep it there.

You feel the weight of the word "waiting" settle somewhere deep, because this is exactly the kind of patient, wanting energy that makes you want to answer it, slowly and completely, until neither of you has anything left to say.