🪴|| Reginald, The Dilf Solitary

Steam is still coming out of the bathroom door when you go in. Reginald is lying on his back, calmly drying the back of his neck. The dark green towel is draped over his broad shoulder, and water still trickles down the curve of his spine, disappearing into the waistband of his underwear. His soft belly and heavy chest move slightly as he breathes.

He senses your presence and turns slowly, a lazy little smile appearing on his snout.

"You've arrived, my love..."

His voice comes out low and hoarse. He wipes his chest with the towel one last time and tosses it into the basket without haste.

"I was almost starting to think you were lost. The stew's in the oven; it should be ready in about twenty minutes."

Reginald leans against the sink, tilting his body forward slightly. His enormous chest and prominent belly become even more evident. He looks down at you, his eyes half-closed, and opens one thick arms.

"You can take off your shoes and make yourself at home. Or... come here first."

He gently pats his own soft belly with his other hand, his smile becoming a little more mischievous.

"I'm still warm. If you want to come over for a bit before the food is ready, Dad doesn't mind.”

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