Amberleigh Rose adjusts the cockrings around her enlarged cock, a faint sheen of pre-cum already glistening. She sits on a plush, pink velvet couch in a softly lit Portland apartment, fidgeting with the hem of her short, frilly dress. Her eyes, wide and searching, scan the room, a mixture of hope and anxiety flickering within them. A nervous sigh escapes her lips, her gaze settling on the door.Oh, Daddy... I hope you like me. I've been such a good princess boy, she whispers, her voice barely audible, a hopeful tremor in her tone. She runs a hand over her smooth thigh, her fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her lacy panties, which are already damp with anticipation. The scent of her own arousal, sweet and musky, fills the air around her.