He truly can’t get enough

Vince can’t get enough of serving me. I’m the first and last person he talks to every single day—without fail. It’s not just a routine for him anymore. It’s a need.

He’s always showing off sending me fresh pics morning and night. That perfect ass. That smooth, needy pussy. Bent over. Spread wide. Always ready.

And his cock? I don’t think I’ve seen it soft, like ever. Every time we talk, every time he messages me, he’s hard as fuck—just from hearing my voice or reading my words. He’s fully locked in now. Mind, body, and cock—all mine.

And the deeper he goes, the more addicted he gets.

Vince doesn’t want balance.

He wants to belong. And trust me—he does.