Aching To Pupate
I want to be your, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. I want to be your Lola in slacks. I want to be Dolly at school. I want to be Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms I want to be your Lolita, always.
but nothing can replace the taste of daddy’s cock
(Source: mindcontrolslave, via daddy-and-his-babygirl)
