Daydream for Littles who get off by grinding. Close your eyes and imagine me imagining you in my lap, back against my chest, grinding against my big, strong hand while I whisper “it’s ok, bluebird, come for Daddy, it’s ok…”
Daydream for Littles who get off by grinding. Close your eyes and imagine me imagining you in my lap, back against my chest, grinding against my big, strong hand while I whisper “it’s ok, bluebird, come for Daddy, it’s ok…”