When I think about him....

When I think about him... memories flood my brain like a Katrina Wave. Not the type to take a beating but for him I'd be his sex slave. Juices overflowing like somebody left the water on. Cant help thinkin about the way he makes my pussy sore.

When I think of him..... I get wetter than I ever been. nipples hard as stone when I think of how his tongue feels. I love the way he touches me and how he makes my pussy cream. pullin over nighters best believe he never outta steam.

When I think about him..... Got Damn what that man does to me. Reminiscin' on his scent alone sends me flying along in Ecstasy. Floating on Cloud 9, livin off my Daddy high. especially when he beat it up, my legs pointed at the sky.

When I think of him... I began to have a mental Orgasm. When he's inside me I stretch to fit like Mrs. Fantastic. He can make me bust off his touch alone. And when he uses his tongue I feel shaky deep in my bones.

When I think of him.... I miss him like no other. He got me entertaining thoughts of being his Baby mother. Even had me think he the nigga I could marry. Only problem is, my mind is his only existence.... Damn gotta find a new Daddy just to show him what he's been missin...