F/o petting my hair and rubbing my stomach after everyone leaves and I'm all stuffed from Christmas lunch. Cooing about how sweet I am, how warm and full my belly is.
"Look at my sweet boy... You tired honey? Yeah? You look so adorable all curled up with a happy tummy. Such a handsome boy, my handsome boy"
I know it's not really nsft but hhhh it makes me a puddle metaphorically and literally between my legs
-🐻 anon
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