Enjoy your bah bah.
This might be my favorite post ever
bouta twist up some blue dream caviar
Oh. My. God. I want it
Papa Bear: Papa's tired, baby.
me: I'm sorry, Papa. I wish I could help you relax.
Papa Bear: Papa doesn't want you to relax. I want your little ass stretched around my cock.
me: Gulp. Would that relax you, Papa?
Papa Bear: Oh yes. That would be heaven right now.
me: Then I want that, too!
Papa Bear: Even if Papa wanted to bounce you extra hard? Make you cry and make your bum bleed?
me: Gulp. Uh huh. If it made Papa feel better.
Papa Bear: Even if I want to reach around and choke you while I bounce you? Strangle all those pretty cries in your throat?
me: Uh huh...
Papa Bear: And force four fingers into your little boy pussy? Stuff you up air tight?
me: Yes, Daddy...
Papa Bear: Tell Papa you want it.
me: I want it, Papa.
Papa Bear: What do you want?
me: I want you to stuff me up in both my little boy holes and choke the life out of me while I bounce on your cock.
Papa Bear: Are you going to try to beg for my cum while I'm strangling you?
me: Yes, Papa. Manners matter.
Papa Bear: That's right, baby bear. Manners matter. So why don't you start saying please for Papa to rape your bum, and stick some fingers up there while you do it. Make Daddy proud.
me: Yes, Daddy. Gulp.