Daddy White Underwear

You can see all of me. My feet.

I'm all yours. I'm daddy, Timothy Nathan Shields.

And you know, I'm in Tampa Bay. I'm on the Gulf.

I'm between Clearwater, the city of Clearwater, and the city of St. Petersburg, Florida.

I'm about a mile and a half away from Indian Rocks Beach.

This is my house. My home. Right here.

I live in Largo. Oh, I live at 10271, 127th Place North, Largo, Florida, 33773.

I'm real. I'm yours. Nobody else's.

I'm really your dad. Fuck. I'm not random porn. I'm not somebody you can't contact.

You can text me. You can email me. Think about it.

It hurts so hard.

I'm really your dad.

I am daddy, Timothy Nathan Shields. I'm yours. Nobody else's.

Yep, that's me.

And my white underwear.

Oh, fuck.

You know, if you want my underworks, if you want that, it's gonna be a hundred.

I don't usually do it anyway, but I'll do it if you're willing to pay a hundred dollars.

I will send you my underwear. I'll comment them, and I'll two-day mail them to you.

In a zip-sealed bag, still moist.

And you'll smell my comment. You can even taste it.

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