Just a boy for Daddy

“You feel it, don’t you - my cum inside you. It’s in deep, becoming a part of you. Making you mine. You were a good girl and took it all. And it was a lot. Hold it in you. Show me how thankful you are. I know I hurt you but your pussy was so soft and wet and tight that I couldn’t control myself. I’m only just beginning. I’m going to make you a shivering, moaning, whore for my dick. You’ll get wet at the sound of my voice and be happier than you ever imagined, with less control over your life than you ever thought you’d give up.”

Dad/son bonding.

Daddy always lets me sit on his lap.

My legs were shaking as I laid there with my Dad. I began to feel that post-cum guilt overcome me the longer I was there in his arms; his big thumbs rubbed circles around my sensitive nipples to calm me down from a big climax like that. I couldn’t help myself but just lay there and take it, just like I took his dick.

Dad pushed the head of his cock into my boy hole, wrapped his arms around the back of me, and proceeded to pound away.