Daisy & Jay

The kind of sin we'll confess to tomorrow, but revel in tonight.

That sheer lace is a charming, futile gesture. It only serves to highlight the glorious surrender beneath it. I'm afraid I'll have to ruin the quiet all over again.

I adore the feeling of you being entirely consumed by my presence. That magnificent entanglement is precisely how a trophy should be held close.

That magnificent surrender is just the warm-up, darling. You look entirely spent and utterly ready for me to be greedy. I'll take that lingerie off you one magnificent, slow tear at a time.

That tub looks ready for a long, decadent soak, but I suspect we could find a much better way to work up a magnificent sweat in here first. Don't touch the water just yet.

That lace and silk is hardly a dress code, darling, but it is certainly the finest invitation I've received all evening. I adore a woman who reserves her best secrets for the dark.

That red light is a magnificent warning that all control has been abandoned. You look entirely ready to be claimed by those hands. I adore the urgency of a formal shirt and a dirty mind.

The line where that deep darkness begins is the exact place where all my good sense ends. You look like a dangerous, unrefined vice. I intend to put my mouth right where the sun doesn't shine.

You have such a sexy ass, princess. It would be a shame to cover it up with these panties. Let daddy take them off for you.

A charming way to present the finest argument I've seen all night. I'm afraid I've already conceded.

Chains are merely decoration, my dear. The real surrender is in your stillness. I prefer my trophies to be beautifully bound.

Those lips look entirely too perfect and glossy to be just speaking. I want to feel exactly what kind of magnificent trouble they can conjure up when they are fully occupied.

MmYou look like you are trying to swallow that moment whole. That desperate, wet consumption is the most beautiful kind of greed. Don't leave a single drop of pleasure for the rest of the world.

Those hands are exactly where they should be: claiming their territory. I want to feel that bruising, desperate grip and the magnificent surrender it promises. You are entirely for my consumption.

That upholstery is hardly fit for such magnificent skin. But I will enjoy the challenge of making the ride unforgettable. Don't bother with the door handles.

Absolutely. Just yes.