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I can always tell when you want to play. Before you even say a word. Your tone changes. I can feel it like electricity. So when I make eye contact with you and you say "Get on your knees, babygirl", I'm not surprised. But I stare at you and smile a bit, enjoying thoughts of what's about to happen. "I said, get on your knees."
I oblige and you tower over me, grabbing my chin to make me look up at you. My red lipstick making my mouth look so irresistible and inviting. "That's my good girl, you're going to make Daddy feel so good..."