I live to serve you daddy

Zane can’t get enough of serving me.

He lives and breathes submission now—every single day.

And today? He sent me some of the filthiest shower pics yet.

He loves showing off that tight, eager body for me—knowing exactly what kind of reaction it gets.

Barely legal. Perfectly smooth. Dripping wet. He was in the shower, covered in soap and suds, body glistening, cock hard and twitching the entire time. One hand rubbing his chest, the other sliding lower, teasing his hole—moaning softly, knowing he was being watched.

His messages said it all:

"I live to serve you, Daddy. I need to be used. Please."

Zane’s completely obsessed now.

His whole world revolves around pleasing me—showing off, begging, being owned. And after seeing that desperate little display? You can bet I’m going to make sure he’s begging for more.