Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome, and I had a romantic date planned at the Dimmsdale Dimmadome. We had it all worked out, Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome and I were going to see Crash Nebula on Ice in the Dimmsdale Dimmadome. The night started perfectly, I had to pick up Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome from his mansion, and we listened to Chip Skylark’s hit new single on repeat on our way down to the Dimmsdale Dimmadome. We then parked the car and Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome, gave me a little kiss on the cheek before we went in, arousing my excitement.

My dreams were all coming true, I was inside the Dimmsdale Dimmadome with Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome, and we were snuggling in his private booth watching Crash Nebula on Ice in the Dimmsdale Dimmadome. But then things got a little heated inside Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome’s private booth inside the Dimmsdale Dimmadome. Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome, rubbed his hand up and down my thigh. He then decided to dim the lights inside Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome’s private booth inside the Dimmsdale Dimmadome.

I was ready, it was time.

Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome proceeded to unzip my shorts and give me the best dome of my entire life. The mustache friction combined with the efforts of his hands made it all the merrier inside Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome’s private booth inside the Dimmsdale Dimmadome. I Dimmadicked Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome’s ass down inside the Dimmsdale Dimmadome.

Wishes really do come true