“Aww baby, are you wet? Can you not hold it together? Oh just look at you, trembling, and already soaking your thighs. Mommy’s not even laid a finger on you yet…what are we going to do with my pathetic needy girl, hmm?”
The way you spoke to me never left room for me to string a single coherent thought together, and you knew just as much.
Your hand reached for my chin, tilted my face towards yours—lips pressed against mine, soft, wet and lingering before you pulled away. “That’s my good girl.”
















