Jan 15
2 min read
You’re my boyfriend’s dad, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting you.
My boyfriend is cute and all, but he is nothing compared to you, Mr. Smith. You’re all man, with your powerful arms, broad and muscular chest, and the ahem, package in your pants. When you think I’m not looking, I’ve seen that package rise like the sea levels.
You want me, don’t you, Mr. Smith? Even though I’m half your age? Even though I’m your son’s girlfriend?
