Had a moment today watching him sleep. Sunlight hitting his face, peaceful... and my first instinct was to wake him up by choking on his cock. 🤣 I swear, my brain is broken in the best way. This is what 6 years of being his personal fucktoy does to a girl. It’s not just about the sex anymore (don't get me wrong, I'm craving a brutal, rough fuck right now), but it's this deep, primal need to just be his. My body literally aches to serve him. It's wild how I can run a million-dollar empire and still just want to be a drooling, wrecked mess under him. I love this life we built. 💋