Daddy Can I plz be ur little pocket pussy

She barely fills the frame — small shoulders, narrow hips, the kind of body that disappears inside your hands when you grip her waist.

You look down and she's looking up, and the size difference does something primal to your chest, then lower. Everything about her scale makes you want to cover her completely, own the space she takes up.

Pocket-sized and pliant, built like she was made to tuck against you — or under you. She knows exactly what she is to you, and the soft curve of her mouth says she wouldn't have it any other way.