I wanna make her sit still inside me as I jerk off to porn we made together. Want her to feel the exact moment I cum as she trembles and struggles to fight her little doggy instincts from rutting into me
i love the way a trans’s boy’s cunt swells when he’s hard, how his t-dick peeks out from under his hood, pink and slick. i love pressing my thumb against it and feeling him buck into my hand, desperate for more friction. i love the way his hole clenches around nothing when i pull out, how he begs me to fill him back up.
i love licking a trans’s boy’s cunt until he’s shaking, how his thighs tighten around my head, his fingers twisted in my hair. i love the taste of him, salty and sweet, the way his slick coats my lips. i love how he moans when i suck his t-dick into my mouth, his whole body arching off the bed.
i love the sound of a trans’s boy’s cunt, all wet and obscene when i fuck him with my fingers. i love the way his hole grips me, the little 'squelch' of my palm hitting his thighs. i love hearing him whimper with every thrust, how his breath catches when i curl my fingers just right.
i love the mess of a trans’s boy’s after i’m done with him, his cunt red and swollen, his thighs sticky, his hole gaping and empty. i love the way he looks at me, half-lidded and fucked out, silently asking for more. i love pulling him close and feeling his pulse race against my chest.
Forced agere but your new dad doesn’t get mad at you and always treats you like his baby, no matter what your headspace is
Of course you’re not going to just give in immediately, he knows that, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to entertain the notion that you’re an adult
You’d cry a lot in the beginning and say things that made him a bit sad, “Let me go. I hate you, I don’t wanna be here, I wanna go home” but he knows you don’t really mean it. You’re just scared, new places are hard for little baby brains to handle “Oh I know baby, shh shh… Papa’s here, it’s okay bub” you wiggle and hit but he just holds you down in his lap and against his chest. “No no, we don’t hit baby, that’s not nice, okay?”
He doesnt act like your fighting and attempts to escape are at all intentional, you just dont know better. “Ah-ah! Don’t run away from Daddy please. If you wanna go outside, you have to ask nicely and hold papa’s hand.” “Let me go! Please I just wanna go home I don’t wanna be here! Let me go!” “I know you wanna see all the pretty flowers and birds, but you have to be a good boy. It’s dangerous if you wander off without me, bub”
Even through all the crying and screaming his voice is soft and he’s gentle. Overtime you just stop saying that stuff, he’s heard it a thousand times already anyways. There’s no need to pretend to be small, he’ll treat you as such anyways and it’s getting easier to feel yourself slip. Tired from crying as he holds you against him and you lean your head on his shoulder while he rocks you.
There’s not much to do, so you color and arrange your toys even if a few days earlier you said you’d rather stare at a wall than act like a baby. He doesn’t comment on any of those changes either, he just says how pretty your picture is when he comes to check on you. If you decide to not play tomorrow, embarrassed by him noticing, he just picks you up and sets you on his lap while he reads (out loud, of course, babies should be read to often).
You’ll always be his little boy even if you insist you’re not. Little kids always like to pretend to be bigger than they really are. Papa loves you because you’re you, his sweet boy <3
when his cock is so thick that you start to tear up and he just coos at you that it's okay he's got you you can take it look at how much is in already he's just kissing your cheeks and licking up the little tears and
