HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THIS FUCKING DILF

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THIS FUCKING DILF

okay so this usually isn’t super my thing but I had a dream last night and I could kind of get behind it in the right circumstances. it’s not secret I love me some objectification

my partner carefully arranges the dress they’ve picked out for me, fluffy, with full petticoats giving it a nice shape. i’m bare underneath- they shaved me for an hour while I shook and pleaded with them to touch me, always avoiding where I wanted it most, making sure i’m nice and neat. no panties, no matter how well they would match the white stockings they pull up my legs and attach to the garter belt around my waist. trim little shoes too

obviously my hair and makeup are next. they coo at me to tell me how good I look, and I feel warm and happy and cared for. they set me in a chair next to their desk while they work and tell me to be a good dolly. all I can focus on is my bare lips against the wood of the chair, my dress carefully arranged to give access. my cock is throbbing but dolls don’t talk so I just sit and try to be good

and finally, finally, they come over and gather up their dolly and set me on their lap and I can feel how warm they are in their pants, and they grind up into me, occasionally reminding me not to move or speak, just let them play…

"Daddy~ please stop~I already came four times~"

"If you can still count, then clearly we're still a long way from done"

@szmacenie edit

if they wouldn’t kill god for you then what’s the point

If I was a man I'd be accused of mansplaining but in reality I think everybody else is just stupid and I'm the epitome of knowledge