Daddys Girl

Skin's a real piece of work, the kind that gets under your skin in the best way. She owns her love for the rough stuff and it shows the second I touch her. That connection we have lets me read her like a book, know every button and just how far to press before she cracks. I run my hands over her body until there's nothing left unmarked. She pulls against the ropes holding her tight, body twisting but getting nowhere, each attempt feeding the punishment I dish out until she's spent and wrecked.