Kinda like it when you call me daddy

[grinded]

Doesn't everyone like to be pampered and spoiled? You could certainly understand the desire. How about receiving the benefits of experience and knowledge...through someone else, someone older than you and more distinguished? Be good, then, and you'll be rewarded. Be bad - well, remember: a punishment isn't off the table for someone with your youth.

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They're so young - yet so, so tempting. But you know what they say. The more forbidden the fruit, the sweeter the juice. They're absolutely off-limits. And wouldn't you love to taste them, no matter if you feel guilty or not? Look at yourself. Do you feel like a pervert? This person could be an outlier, or maybe you've always had a weakness, even if you didn't realize it before. At least you can take care of them like few others chasing after them could. You know exactly what they want and need.

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• Is there an age gap? Is this actually illegal? It could be kink play, though, or characters acting older and younger.
• Please note that there also doesn't need to be daddy kink "play" if you don't want it. There could just be an older/younger or an inexperienced/refined dynamic. Just be sure to clarify how heavy or light you'd prefer to go.
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[fourknives]

[ Robert's eyes nearly disappear behind his ruddy cheeks lifting up under his stupid grin, because it's his turn now to giggle like an idiot. He straightens up a little to look at Joseph, feeling a hand slide down and rest on his backside. ]

If you have t' ask, then you don't know me. [ Robert brings his hand up Joseph's stomach, palm flat and indulging in the soft skin. Why is Joseph this soft? Does he moisturize everywhere or is this just normal?

Robert angles his hips and arches his back, making more of his ass available to Joseph's hand. His wobbling equilibrium forces Robert to plant his other forearm against the back of the couch, but whatever, they'll make this work. ]

The real question is, are you gonna make me sorry? [ Robert's fingers graze a pec muscle, dangerously close to a nipple, and drifts above and over toward the firmer expansion of a flesh-covered sternum. ]