It’s So Cute How You Flinch Whenever I Lift My Hand.

Before I'm anywhere near done with you, you'll be ruined for anyone else.

Ruthless, violent, raw.

It's all you could need in a first date, right? You even get a gift dripping between your legs at the end.

Another morning with throbbing, pulsing, and aching Morning Wood that refuses to give any peace until it's dealt with.

Truly this is the definition of suffering.

You don't need therapy, kiddo. You need a big fat dad cock.

Getting home from work and immediately forcing it in balls deep, lovingly 💜

No warning, no prep, no consistency on which hole.