bruised knee boy

“You’re not going to sleep any time soon, are you baby? Nuh uh? I didn’t think so, hmmm how about we play a game? What game? Oh I’ll show you, sweet boy, come sit on dada’s lap. There you go, lay back on my chest. Now just let me…”

Dada’s had wandering below the kiddo’s undies, rubbing on his tiny bits. Holding his baby’s hips down when he starts to squirm. Wiggling fingers around his dickie/clitty, rolling it between two fingers cause it makes his bit let out such pretty noises.

Dangling his kiddo’s legs over his thighs and spreading his legs so they both go wide open. Kiddo’s hips bucking forward, not understanding what he’s feeling but wanting more. Dada taking off his kid’s undies, his fingers a bit wet from rubbing up and down. Watching how needy his sweet boy is when he starts moving again, fingers grazing across his little dick/clit.

“Ohhh you feeling that baby? It feels funny? Yeah I guess it does, but that’s a good thing, hun. Means you’re nice and healthy little boy. Baby’s like you are supposed to feel nice from their dada’s.

Hmm? What’s that, you want me to go faster? Of course, since you asked so nicely. There you gooo, that better? Yeahh? Aww you look and sound so sweet baby, you’re such a good boy.

You feel like you’re gonna pee? No no, it’s not pee, it’s like a, umm, a firework in your belly. See, feel it when dada presses on your tummy? Uh huh, that’s a good little boy, just keep on feeling it baby. You’re getting so closeee, just a bit longer…ohhohohhh! There you areee! Dada’s just gonna keep rubbing your button while you get that biggg feeling out