Damaged Goods

So you wanna watch me masturbate to you or what

dad who loves your body so so much. dad who loves to feel you, grope and touch how he wants. dad who comes up behind you and pulls you flush to him, his big hands feeling your tummy, squeezing your soft body while he tells you how much he loves it. he cups your tits and you’re flustered by the attention. dad fondles your tits through your shirt, brushing over your clothed nipples. you whine, and he chuckles low and deep in your ear. he knows your body better than you do; he finds all of the places that make you whimper and tremble with ease, touching you with a deft, fatherly reverence. he squeezes your hips and pulls them back. you feel his cock, hard under his clothes, and you can’t help but grind back against him. dad who spends all night worshipping the most perfect thing he ever created.

the issue with growing up in the 2000s and 2010s was like there was this really big push toward "accepting your weirdness" overall but they meant like idk wearing mismatched socks or something not being tangibly beyond the norm in any way shape or form