my perfect tboy fiancé is always ready for dates an hour before me. smells good, looks stupidly pretty, and then sits at my feet mindlessly spewing minecraft lore while i do my eyeliner. it’s hard not to put him in the corner, on his knees, today’s panties balled up in his mouth. i’d peel them off from under my dress and whisper “fetch!” before helping him shove them all the way past his drooling lips. not even as foreplay, just because he won’t shut up about lush caves and mommy needs some quiet to work a good wing…









