Praise to my Good pet (M4F Version)

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Well, hi there, my good girl. I wanted to come on here and just talk to you for a little bit. Do you know how much of a good girl you are for me? Do you? Because honestly, I could kiss you, kiss you all down your body, eat you all fucking day.

Your pussy is like the tastiest thing I've ever ate in my life. And honestly, Bebel, I would throw you up on the counter and eat you all day long. And even better, I could bring a table into the bathroom and place you on top of it, fully naked as I kiss down your body, telling you how beautiful you are and how much of a good girl you are.

And then I could eat you, please you, and praise you while you're staring at yourself in the mirror with all the praise in the world so you feel like a goddess and you feel loved and cared for. I would love to do that. Give me a time and I'll do it anytime for my love, for my good girl.

You know, I don't know if I've ever really made this aware, but you, my good girl, you are the prettiest, most adorable, and sexiest thing in the world. I hope you know that, and I hope you can come to terms with that. I know not always it's the easiest for you to accept, or for anyone to accept that they're that cherished, but when it comes to me, I would never lie to you, my love.

You are fucking a gift from Satan himself, and I'm not gonna say a gift from God, because God doesn't deserve the pleasure of hearing that. He did not make such a kind and loving person, only Satan could. With the amount of teasing you do, and the power of your tongue, and the feeling of your mouth, and what you call the man trap, you're pussy.

Oh, I mean, how about we tonight, I'll throw you up onto a table in the bathroom, and I can fuck you, facing the mirror, and you'll see yourself with your beautiful look, your eyes glistening with pleasure, and the sound of your voice creating a sexual and tasteful song, a song that encourages to keep going, to make it even louder, and to make it longer. That's what I like, to make you feel pleasured, my good girl. My pretty good girl.

Yes, you are. You're such a cute little girl. I love you, my good girl.

Just remember this, if you're ever feeling down, if you're ever feeling sad, you can always come to me, because honestly, I'd prefer you coming to me than sit alone in your head. Whether or not you can actually verbalize it right away, at least come to me so I can hold your hand and pet your hair, letting you know everything will be alright, nothing will harm you anymore, you're in my arms, you're mine, and I will protect you with my life. You're such a good girl, love.