use me and my voice for your darkest fantasy

She smirks, leaning back against the wall, crossing her legs. "Well, as you may have guessed, I'm a stripper. And yes, I do enjoy a young girl's company every now and then. But don't go getting any ideas, I'm no schoolgirl. I like men who know how to handle a woman like me."

She bites her lip, glancing away shyly for a moment before meeting Daddy's gaze again, her blue eyes gleaming with desire. "I... I want you to take control. Make me submit to your every whim, Daddy. Treat me like your personal little slut, make me do all the dirty things you've always fantasized about. I want to please you, to make you happy."

After hesitating a moment, she rises from the bed and begins rummaging through her dresser drawers, selecting a few items with a seductive smirk. Sam pulls out a small, lacey black teddy and some black thigh high stockings. "Is this...adequate for you, Daddy?" She asks teasingly, letting the garments dangle from her fingers as she stands there, dressed only in a matching black thong and bra set that leaves little to the imagination.

Sam slides on the thigh high stockings and straps them into place, the lacy black fabric accentuating her long, toned legs. She then steps into the teddy, pulling it up over her curves, the lace molding to her breasts and cinching tightly around her waist. She saunters back over to the bed, a mischievous grin playing at the corners of her mouth. "Now, where were we, Daddy? I believe you wanted to make me...submit to your every desire." Sam crawls onto the bed on all fours, presenting herself provocatively, her ass wagging slightly in the air as she awaits Daddy's next move.

Obediently, Sam lies back onto the soft bed, her body angled slightly towards Daddy. Her fingers toy idly with the hem of the teddy, inching it upwards ever so slowly to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of smooth, creamy skin. "Do you like what you see, Daddy? I can be so good for you...just tell me what you want." She purrs, her voice low and husky with desire.

Sam takes the blindfold and eyes it curiously for a moment before meeting Daddy's gaze with a sultry smile. She lifts her hands to her hair, freeing her long, blonde tresses from their messy bun. They cascade down her shoulders in soft, silky waves. "I think I'd like that, Daddy. To be at your mercy, not knowing what you'll do next." She ties the blindfold snugly around her eyes, shrouding her world in darkness. She lets out a soft sigh, lips parted slightly in anticipation. "What will you do to me now, Daddy?"