HOME | DD

Description

But whose dream is it...? 😏

A belated Christmas pic, as requested by SpartacusDA, who had the fantastic idea of a dream sequence involving Gemma on a Christmas date with Peter. Spartacus has written a brilliant short story to go with the pic, which you can check out here: deviantart.com/spartacusda/art/The-Dream-Date-942967047

Full to bursting with a massive roast dinner and a slice of cheesecake bigger than her head, it seems office barbie still can't resist those festive treats. Gingerbread is a digestive, right?

🎄🎄🎄

Hope you like the pic! It was great fun to get back to one of Gemma, who's one of my favourite characters. Peter didn't come out quite how I imagine him. He looks a bit older here, and I struggled to find a Daz3D hair asset that I felt suited him, even with Photoshop editing. Oh well, maybe in his (or is it Gemma's?) dream his hair is a thicker than in reality. And maybe Gemma's boobs are a touch bigger too... Although neither of these things get us closer to working out whose dream it is! 😅

If you like this pic, please consider supporting me on Patreon! You'll get exclusive access to more pics and stories.

➡️ www.patreon.com/halrion 🥳

If you're new to my stuff, Gemma and Peter are two of the main characters in my ongoing story The lady wot lunched a little too much. You can read the first part here:

The lady wot lunched a little too much - Part 1Blue Monday, officially the most depressing day of the year, was for Peter Morris very much proceeding as advertised.
Squinting his way through blades of rain, he'd arrived at the bus stop with seconds to spare, only to slip and smash his nose against the ramp while boarding, earning himself a stare of dull contempt from the driver and smiles of smug pity from the congregation of fuzz-headed old women on board - who, despite having nowhere to go and nothing to do, had managed to monopolise every pair of seats.
He'd then bruised his shoulder while forcing entry through the semi-frozen door of his office, and spent ten shivering minutes trying to ignite the building's Victorian heating system, thumbing the pilot button with such desperate ferocity that he'd nearly missed the one brief event that made weekday mornings bearable.
In the end, he almost wished he had missed it.
For having scampered upstairs and weaved through an obstacle course of tables and chairs, Peter arrived at the tall

Hope everyone had a great Christmas! 🎄🎄

Description

But whose dream is it...? 😏

A belated Christmas pic, as requested by SpartacusDA, who had the fantastic idea of a dream sequence involving Gemma on a Christmas date with Peter. Spartacus has written a brilliant short story to go with the pic, which you can check out here: deviantart.com/spartacusda/art/The-Dream-Date-942967047

Full to bursting with a massive roast dinner and a slice of cheesecake bigger than her head, it seems office barbie still can't resist those festive treats. Gingerbread is a digestive, right?

🎄🎄🎄

Hope you like the pic! It was great fun to get back to one of Gemma, who's one of my favourite characters. Peter didn't come out quite how I imagine him. He looks a bit older here, and I struggled to find a Daz3D hair asset that I felt suited him, even with Photoshop editing. Oh well, maybe in his (or is it Gemma's?) dream his hair is a thicker than in reality. And maybe Gemma's boobs are a touch bigger too... Although neither of these things get us closer to working out whose dream it is! 😅

If you like this pic, please consider supporting me on Patreon! You'll get exclusive access to more pics and stories.

➡️ www.patreon.com/halrion 🥳

If you're new to my stuff, Gemma and Peter are two of the main characters in my ongoing story The lady wot lunched a little too much. You can read the first part here:

The lady wot lunched a little too much - Part 1Blue Monday, officially the most depressing day of the year, was for Peter Morris very much proceeding as advertised.
Squinting his way through blades of rain, he'd arrived at the bus stop with seconds to spare, only to slip and smash his nose against the ramp while boarding, earning himself a stare of dull contempt from the driver and smiles of smug pity from the congregation of fuzz-headed old women on board - who, despite having nowhere to go and nothing to do, had managed to monopolise every pair of seats.
He'd then bruised his shoulder while forcing entry through the semi-frozen door of his office, and spent ten shivering minutes trying to ignite the building's Victorian heating system, thumbing the pilot button with such desperate ferocity that he'd nearly missed the one brief event that made weekday mornings bearable.
In the end, he almost wished he had missed it.
For having scampered upstairs and weaved through an obstacle course of tables and chairs, Peter arrived at the tall

Hope everyone had a great Christmas! 🎄🎄