Kitten,

I told you earlier that I was obsessed, completely distracted, by the image of you on your knees in front of me. That’s true, and it’s worse now than earlier.

The next time I have you, I’m going to enjoy thrusting into your mouth, again and again, until you’re exhausted and lost in a haze. I’m going to hold you down with my hand on your neck and drive my hard cock into your throat. I want to hear you moan when I come, and watch you struggle to swallow it all.

I don’t know what else I’ll do to you — I haven’t decided yet. But you can be sure you’ll have swollen lips and a sore throat when I’m done. My sweet little Kitten.

Find me tomorrow.

Love,
YOUR Terrible Old Dom,
Q.