Paint me, big boy. I want every inch of my skin — the very soft, glistening flesh you hunger for so primally — drenched in the evidence of your innermost lust. I want to savor every guttural growl you emit as your sexy, muscular body shivers and convulses, rocketing out rope after rope of male frustration. I want you to cum for your Princess.
Bathe me. Drench me. Own me.