I was drawing tonight and got lost in a fantasy again... this time it wasn't just about being under him. I imagined him sitting back in his chair, watching me. Just watching. My hands on my own body, showing him exactly what I'd do for him, exactly how I'd make myself come just from the sound of his voice telling me what a good girl I am. The thought of his eyes on me while I touch myself—knowing he's seeing how wet he makes me, how my pussy aches for his cock even when he's not touching me—it's almost too much. I'd beg him to let me taste myself on his fingers after. Proof. ❤️ Sometimes the hottest thing isn't just being used... it's being seen.