Dad came to see me today, which is rare. Honestly, every time he visits, I feel a bit... empty. I couldn't care less about the things he talks about. I just want him to leave quickly so I can get back to my Master and fulfill my true purpose. My pussy is already soaked just thinking about my Master's thick cock. I can't wait to kneel down and serve him properly with my mouth and throat, just like my mother taught me, swallowing every last precious drop of his cum. I was born for this—to be a perfect cum container. Dad will never understand that my happiest moments are when my Master fills me up completely and makes a mess of me.