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I had my weekly chat with my mom on Sunday night. The usual gossip about who was sleeping with who in the neighborhood, what Chesterton was running this week on special at the local grocery store and what meds were working this week. Towards the end of it she mentioned that Grampa Carl was feeling a little down and it wouldnât hurt for me to maybe drop in and see him. It would really make his day. You could take your current boyfriend with you and introduce him. You know how he likes being a part of your life.
I thought a lot about that after hanging up with Mom and joining Pete on the couch as he was watching some movie featuring attractive men in skin hugging hero outfits. God bless the Marvel craze!!
By Tuesday things were getting a bit stale as I picked up the apt after work and by the time Pete got home I decided we would go drop in on my favorite relative. I mean I was named after him, after all.
So we ate a quick dinner and climbed into the jeep for a short ride out to Grandpaâs farm to visit him. Pete asked me a dozen questions before we got there but I just told him to be himself because grampa was gonna love you.
As I pulled up to the farm house, I saw the barn doors were still open and I knew how grampa was a stickler about getting the cows in by dusk and the barn shut up. I figured Iâd just go round the few up and put them in their stalls to save grampa the work. I told Pete to just knock on the door and tell the nice old man you were with me and Iâd be in right after Iâd corralled the cows.
I watched as he headed to the porch and I strolled over the barn to make sure the cows were indeed out. They were. I strolled over to the eastern pasture and I saw them. Then I saw why they were still out. Bitsy mustâve calved recently and her new born was with her in the field feeding from mother.
I walked over to them and Bitsy looked at me but she still remembered me and didnât give me too much issue. Thatâs when I heard grampa from a roll of hay tell me that I was the last person heâd expected to see here tonight.
I smiled and gave him a big hug as I told him that mom suggested I come visit and I thought that it sounded like a pretty good idea. Saw the cows were still out so I figured Iâd put them up before coming inside but you were already ahead of me.
He just grinned and said he was often three steps ahead of others.
Then I remembered Pete and said Iâd brought my new boyfriend as well to introduce you to him. I sent him inside but I guess thereâs nobody there to greet him.
Grampa gave me a wry smile and said that wasnât quite so. Tonightâs Tuesday and thatâs the night that Jake from next door and I get together to uh, well, youâre old enough to know, we get together weekly and hire some cheap hooker from the Internet to come and pleasure us.
My face was blank as I took this in. Did my grampa just tell what I think I heard?
He just grinned and said that he bet I never thought of my grampa doing something like that, but being alone since your grandma past away three years ago has been hard on me. And Jake has been on his own for even longer when his wife just up and left. I may be old, but hell, I ainât dead!
I just pictured him and Jake from the farm down the road hiring out hookers and screwing them together just blew my mind. When he told me they had a name among the girls as the Spit Roast Boys I just barked out a laugh. Well good for you grampa.
I hope we didnât disrupt any plans for tonight?
Grampa just smiled and said that they werenât going to blast from their balls not being emptied by a floozy who was only interested in getting paid. Then he paused as he asked me what my young man looked like?
I asked why, did you two dabble with twinks as well? When he didnât answer right away, I started feeling that things might have gone wrong. I suggested we get these cows in the barn and make haste to the farm house.
Fifteen minutes later mother and calf were in their stall and the other cow was in hers as grampa shut the barn doors and we made a fast trot to the front porch. The evening was fading fast as we crossed the creaking board panels and grampa opened the door.
The house smelled of cherry tobacco and warmth as we entered into the quiet home. I saw Peteâs jacket on the back of the chair in the living room and a big pile of clothes, some I had just seen earlier on my boyfriend around the couch.
Grampa Carl just whispered to himself the phrase âson of a bitchâ.
I didnât hear anything but grampa headed straight for his bedroom in the back of the first floor. I could see a light flooding out from under the door and my life was realigned when grampa opened the door.
He entered first and I heard an older gruff voice say that it took you long enough to get those cows inside, Carl. But I canât complain with this excellent slut you hired for tonight. I heard someone knocking on the front door and when I got there this beauty was standing there smiling and telling me that you said youâd be up as soon as the cows were in the barn.
Fuck me, you couldâve knocked me over with a feather! Hot and he has that fucking hair I love. Gorgeous eyes nestled in a manly beard and a hairy chest that feels so good against my own.
He stuck his hand to me and I shook it before embracing him in a hug. You never know when youâre gonna get the chance again! After a few seconds, I stared into his strong eyes before I went in for a kiss. I love kissing a guy who knows how to kiss, and spoiler alert, he does!
When he mentioned that you said I was going to love him, I thought that my buddy knows me better than I thought. As I loosened my lip lock on him I told him that if Carl said Iâd love you, then you must have a furry chest then. His eyes lit up as I then instructed him to lose the shirt. He stepped back and as he raised his polo over his head, I unbuttoned my blue chambray and let my furry chest breathe.
His eyes boggled a bit when he saw my fur but his own patch made my cock become a little stiffer. He stepped up and rubbed his beefy frame against my dad bod and I felt my boner get rubbed by his anxious hips.
As he buried his head into my fur and found a nipple to suckle I rubbed the back of his head. His hands were feeling all over my naked belly and sides as I felt his growl in appreciation. When I felt his hand reach my belt it was my turn to suck in air as he began to unbuckle it without even looking down. I decided to help him out as I reached behind the belt and undid my pants so they slid abruptly to the floor. I watched his handsome smile as it became closer to the floor when he knelt down before me.
He opened that handsome mouth and wrapped his his full lips around the aching cock now being held captive behind my boxer briefs. His yearning eyes bore into mine as that mouth slid side to side outlining my seven inches yearning to break free,
He smiled as he leaned back as reached into my shorts and freed my pecker. When it breached the elastic band on my shorts, it swung violently up and slapped him on his right cheek, leaving a wet sticky spot to mark the occasion.
He chuckled as gripped the base of my cock to steady it and began to run his moist full lips up and down the sides of my erection. It definitely enjoyed the lip service. On the third time up my shaft, his tongue slid out as well and slid across the precum covered tip, coating it with a sparkling coating of grampa juice.
He let me see it glisten in the lamplight before he brought his tongue into his mouth and savored the precum. He closed his eyes in delight as he rolled his tongue around in his mouth before swallowing. Then, he opened wide for another run.
This time he softly let his tongue slide all over my hard erection before creating another huge dollop of precum which he gathered by covering the tip with his lips and licking it clean.
I was breathing a bit heavy by then, but he continued to tongue my cock from inside his mouth, only now he was creating a vacuum making his mouth feel like the tightest pussy I ever fucked.
He was punching all the right buttons as he starting fucking his mouth into my cock taking me deeper with each stroke. I felt my cock head spear into his throat and instead of the usual gagging it normally elicits, I felt him push forward like he wanted me in him as fat as I could get. Well you know I handle a pussy that welcomes me like that⊠I grasped his head and pushed him face first into my crotch. I swear his throat was hugging me as his tongue continued to lick every square inch of my cock shaft.
I felt something on my hips and I figured he was trying to get free, but to my surprise it was his hands alright, but they were grasping my ass cheeks as if to cement his position. I nearly had a heart attack from all the incredible sensations I was experiencing and before much further I felt that familiar in my balls telling me that it was time to blast.
I just said that I was fucking coming and it was going down your throat, bitch! He hugged my ass as I plunged once more into his throat and unleashed like a teenager. Hell I donât think I came that much even as a teen!
When I finally finished, I withdrew from the spit and semen covered mouth and helped him stand up. He was smiling like he had just performed a gold medal performance and all that was missing was the award.
I sat in the chair as I told the sexy fucker that I wanted to see the other port that intended to fill as well. He grabbed his shirt and wiped his mouth off before dropping his pants. I must say I approve of his going commando choice. The tight ass on him was perfect and I knew that we were going to enjoy making this bitch the next slut to experience the Spit Roast Boys. I grabbed his tined cheeks and slid my finger along the canal of desire until I found the rosebud.
I decided that this would be better explored in the bedroom and well, we made it in here in short time. So where did you find such a fine fuck toy?
Then grampa stepped around the bed to the other side where Pete was lying, half in the mattress half in Jake. His face looked embarrassed as he looked up into my now visible face as Jake finally saw me.
As he took me in, he asked grampa if he was planned in a double feature tonight, sort of a two fir Tuesday? As grampa undressed before sliding into the bed, he breathed a sigh and said that this is his grandson, named after me. When the boy said Carl sent me here, he was talking about him, not me you total sex fiend.
This boy you fucked in the mouth and, after slipping his finger into a mess in Peteâs hole, and up his ass, is his boyfriend.
Jake turned back to me with a look of concern on his face as he apologized to me about not respecting boundaries, but as the words were leaving his mouth, I couldnât help but notice that grampa was sliding his own thick penis into Peteâs sloppy hole like it was the expected thing to do.
I heard Pete groan and grampa grunt that he did enjoy sloppy seconds as all the work involved in opening up the hole has already been done. Now all I need to do is just batter away. Then he began a pumping motion as he fucked Pete from the rear as he was still lying atop Jakeâs hairy chest.
Grampa looked at me while fucking my boyfriend and told me that I might as well find a comfy chair to sit in. Your boyfriend is going to be busy for a little while yet. I still got two loads to unleash to catch up to my neighbor/ letch. But I can definitely say that he wasnât overselling your boyfriend. This is fucking prime ass!!
I watched the bed shake and slide as my grandpa showed me he wasnât anywhere near as old as his age said he was. He fucked like guys my age and his endurance was certainly worth mentioning.
The bed springs were squeaking rather loudly and rhythmically as Jake shouted for grampa to give that fucker the old Browning Buttblaster. I stifled a laugh as grampa just growled and latched onto Peteâs hips as he power fucked my babyâs hole a few thrusts before he grunted again while shoving his hips into my babyâs and shook like he was having a fit. I could only surmise that he was coming and judging from the way Pete was urging him to fucking seed his hole, daddy, Pete was lost in the moment as well.
As grampa calmed back down while catching his breath as he and Jake lay on either side of Pete, Jake asked who was going to get to fuck this time on the spit roast?
Grampa said he was sure that something about being the bitchâs boyfriendâs grampa ought count for something and Jake said that you got to call the call then when we toss it. That ass is too good not to fight for.
Grampa opened the night stand and pulled out a quarter and tossed it at me. Told me to flip it and heâd call it in the air. Great, these bastards were fucking my man and the only say I had in the matter was whether it was heads or tails.
Pete actually sat up in bed to see this as I stood and held the coun in my right hand. As I flipped it high, I heard grampa call tails as that was what he wanted. It came up heads and Jake just laughed and said that you get to sample the amazing mouth in this one instead, Carl.
Jake told Pete to get up on his knees and face Carl. He started looking at me before Jake told him the older Carl. Then my baby faced toward grampa as Jake stepped up to his cum oozing ass and plugged it nonchalantly with his rigid cock, sinking it all the way in in one effort. Jake uttered a low âfuckâ in appreciation of the still amazing hole. As Pete was about to say something about giving him a warning, grampa stuffed his cock into the open mouth and shut him up.
I saw Pete deal with both cocks at the same time and correctly surmised that this was his first time for a spit roasting. He was not objecting, either. As Jake began a steady bumping into his backside, grampa fucked my babyâs mouth like it was made for just that purpose.
It didnât take long for the two older men to start talking while they ride my boyfriend. They mentioned that this one had a deliciously fun bounce in his beefy cheeks, sort of like that red headed cheerleader from over in Ridgetop. Man she proved that fingers are the fucking champs of sex.
But I tell you this one is my favorite of all time just by the way his eyes beg you to fuck him like the slut he so wants to be. This is your grandsonâs boyfriend? I didnât know he was gay!
Hell, I didnât know he was a cuck, but there you are! And his boyfriend is such a slut. Think me and my namesake might have to spend a lot more time together. He can make sure that the calf is feeding off Bitsyâs teat and Iâll make sure that this stud gets plenty of Daddy dick to feast on.
Holy fuck, you werenât kidding about his throat skills, Jake. Damn it feels like his throat is vibrating my cock with a hundred different fingers, all tuned to the setting if climax. Fuck!!
Hehehe, I told you, heâs a little cum slut. Makes me rethink about all those weeks we couldnât find any bitches. We shouldâve been investigating into the queers a lot sooner. Itâs like they want to be fucked by men, and the gruffer and rougher we get the more he loves it. I bet he would even let us DP him.
DP ?? You think? That hole is fairly lubed but Iâd hate to fuck things up by giving him too much action. What do you think, slut, want to be our first DP?
I had seen this on videos before but I just figured it was something only really perverted guys did. But here was my grampa and his neighbor asking my boyfriend if heâd like to get both their cocks up his ass together. And Pete was considering.
Jake pumped a quick triple thrust that drive the air out of Peteâs lungs and Jake said that it sounded like a yes to me. Grampa disengaged as he walked around to the other side of the bed.
Jake lay on his backside as he instructed Pete to climb aboard and let gravity anchor him in place. As Pete got settled, Jake reached up and hugged Pete, holding him in place as he kissed my man. Jake chuckled as he told my grampa he still tasted pretty good on the kids lips. He kissed Pete again as grampa drove his rod into Peteâs hole,
I could hear the growl as his ass was stretched further than it had ever been before. Unbelievably I watched as grampa forced his thick seven inches into the loose, but not sloppy loose ass hole of my baby.
He got the head and an inch inside before he paused. Pete lifted his tearing eyes up as he asked if they were both in yet? Grampa replied that it was not, but the hard part was done. Now itâs just sliding and moving until we get a fuck rhythm going. Havenât done this since I was in the army too many years ago to recall.
As he penetrated further, Jake continued to kiss Pete and distract him as the trio hummed in excitement at doing something so forbidden. When grampa rested his nuts atop Jakeâs, I could feel the victory in the room.
As grampa lay atop Peteâs back I saw Jake start to slowly slide out a few inches before sliding back inside. The effect must have been incredible as Pete was moaning and begging the two old guys to fuck him like a goddam whore. I saw grampa smile at Jakeâs upturned face as he placed both hands on the bed and began to fuck Pete like one of his sluts. I never really thought of grampa like this, but he truly was a cocksman. His bony firm ass bounced in a tight rhythm as he fucked my baby. His friend underneath it all was driving his cock upward and I wouldnât be surprised if Pete could taste both of their cocks as they assaulted his offered hole.
They fucked him like that for the next few minutes until I heard Jake start moaning and shouting he was gonna cum. Grampa told him not until the bitch shoots first. Itâs an unwritten rule. Jake just laughed like a fool as he said that Petey Boy coated my guts just after you climbed in, Carl. Then twice more as we showed him the power of senior fuckery. Iâm going to shoot. Do it with me bud and letâs see if we can make him fly off the bed!!
I heard both men laugh their gravelly cheer as Jake counted down. 3⊠2⊠1⊠Fuck all!!! Cum actually squirted out Peteâs hole around the two cocks buried in his hole. One thing for sure, grandpa was going to have to change the sheets tonight.
After they caught their breath from the amazingly strenuous activity, Jake stood and went to the living room to get dressed. He came back into the bedroom wearing his clothes and gave grampa a hug and Pete another hug and kiss. He even hugged me and told me to stop being so distant from your grampa, he needs you. Especially now that heâs met your boyfriend. Just remember, Tuesdays are bad to visit, great to be a slut for. Then he left.
Grampa lay in bed with a puddle of come all around him. More of a pool. He stood and gave Pete a hand up as he took him into his shower. He promised he had the perfect set up for cleaning up just such a mess. Thirty minutes later he and Pete came out looking much better and refreshed.
As they dressed, grampa told me that he didnât mean for things to get so out of hand but I hate it when Jake gets the upper hand on me, and he had already came in your boyfriend three times before I even got inside the house. I was going to get indignant for you, but hell you didnât flinch when Jake bragged about ducking Pete, so I figured I might as well keep face. Iâm glad I did, too. Carl, you chose well with this one. You decide you donât want him any more, you give me a call. When you go, I want you to take a bottle of my strawberry wine I made the summer your momma was born. I only give it out to people I truly care about. And if being a cuck is your thing, Carl, so be it. It seems all of us were satisfied then tonight.
He was standing at the urinal trough when I walked into the menâs room at Honkers, his left hand holding up his shirt, his right hand holding his cock. I presumed his jeans were dropped below his ass to avoid the inevitable spray back, but then I noticed the telltale motion of his right forearmâa rapid oscillation that could only mean one thing. The dude was jacking off. I could stand there and watch as he shot his load into the trough, his pearly cum sliding down the drain. Or I could offer him some head, his warm cum sliding down my eager throat.
Kids ate free at Honkers on Sundays. It was the chainâs desperate attempt to draw in some business on an otherwise slow day. Horny husbands brought in their wives and kids after church, the wives averting their glances and covering the eyes of their children from our scantily-clad waitresses. With their short skirts that barely covered their asses, and their big boobs stuffed into a cropped Honkers halter top that was two sizes too small, our waitresses werenât exactly family friendly.
I worked the barâthe only job a man could have at the front of the house. Taking orders and delivering food was solely the domain of our waitresses, who were mostly ex-strippers with c-section scars and bad knees that prohibited them from making real money on a stripperâs poll.
The guy and his family were seated in the section opposite the bar, his wife in a calico church dress, their toddler son in smocked overalls. Tanya sashayed over to them, bending low at their table so the husband could look down her top and get a good glimpse of her fake tits as she pointed out the childrenâs offerings to him on the back of the menuâshit like that always got Tanya a good tip. The wife looked away, her lips pursed, as he nearly drooled down the front of his shirt, his eyes locked on Tanyaâs pierced nipples, peeking out over the edge of her lacy D-cup bra.Â
His eyes then locked on Tanyaâs tramp stamp as she turned around to fetch their drinks, her skirt worn low to taunt him with fantasies of watching that faded butterfly bounce and jiggle as he pounded her cunt from behind. Tanyaâs tip kept growing bigger and biggerâlike his cock.
The noon hour had arrived and he had ordered a beer, sipping it slowly as his eyes wandered the restaurant. The wife was pulling up a Bluey episode on her phone for the toddler while her husband eye fucked every waitress that passed their table. I imagined him mentally calculating the position he would employ when fucking each of our Honkers babesâmissionary, doggie, cowgirlâand where he would shoot his loadâon her tits, on her face, in her hair. Â
âIâm gonna take a piss,â he informed his wife, standing up from the table at an angle, hiding the raging boner in his jeans from her and the kid. âIf the food comes, you and Charlie go ahead and get started.â
âBut you wonât be here to pray over the food with us?â she protested.
âI think youâll manage,â he scowled, making a beeline for the menâs room.Â
The bar section was empty, and I had nothing better to do. So I waited thirty seconds and followed him to the menâs room, hoping to catch him rubbing one out. If I had a buck for every horny guy I had caught jacking himself off at the urinal at Honkersâwell, I wouldnât have to bust my ass bartending at Honkers anymore.
He was standing at the urinal trough when I walked into the menâs room. I presumed his jeans were dropped below his ass to avoid the inevitable spray back, but then I noticed that the fucker was indeed jacking off. Straight guys are so predictable. Upon closer examination, he was much younger than I expected. He had likely knocked up his wife on their prom night, a shotgun wedding a few months later.Â
âDonât stop on my account,â I announced, sidling up next to him at the trough, getting a glance at his hard eight-incher as I unzipped and pulled out my cock as if I was preparing to take a piss.
âJesus, you scared me,â he startled, his fist stopping in mid-stroke, a drop of precum forming at the tip. âMy wife, sheâs on the rag, and I just really needed toââ
âDude, donât apologize,â I assured him. âYours will not be the first load shot into this trough, trust me. Guys rub one out in here all the time.â
âWhew,â he exhaled, resuming his stroke. âI was worried you were gonna report me to the manager or something.â
âNahâthat horny fucker would probably just come in here and join you,â I laughed. âYou like Tanyaâyour waitress?â I changed the subject.
âYeahâsheâs fucking hot,â he exclaimed, gripping his cock a bit firmer, his cock head engorging with increased blood flow.
âSheâs a really good fuck,â I reported, having overheard two line cooks bragging about a threeway with her. âShe had all her kids by c-section, so her cunt is still fairly tight.â
âYouâve fucked her?â
âYeah,â I lied, pretending to be straight and, thereby, putting him at ease. âShe fucking screamed her head off while creaming on my cock,â I lied again, watching his dick grow even more rigid as we talked about his slutty waitress. âYou want me to set you up with her? You know, with your wife being on the rag and all.â
âNah,â he shook his head sullenly. âI meanâdonât get me wrongâI enjoy looking at all the slutty waitresses here. But I couldnât cheat on my wife. Shit, I feel guilty enough jacking off in here.â
âWhatâs wrong with jacking off?â
âMy wifeâshe thinks that jacking off is a sin,â he sighed, removing his hand from his cock, his big dick just hanging there, praying for release. âThe Bible says that man isnât supposed to pleasure himself.â
âThen let me do it for you,â I offered brazenly, reaching over and taking control of his big dick, my fist wrapping around his engorged member.
âDudeâwhat the fuckâ?â he started to pull back, but then stopped himself when I began to stroke him, his balls contracting involuntarily at my touch. He gave out a long sigh, licking his lips as I proceeded to jerk him off. âJesus, that feels good,â he moaned, his head rolling back.Â
âYou ever done this before?â I asked, my fist squeezing his cock a bit harder, a drop of precum stringing from the tip. âLet another dude jack you off?â
âYeah,â he admitted sheepishly. âA buddy of mine, before I met my wife. Weâd go camping up at the lake and heâd spend all night jacking me off in our tentâmy cock shooting load after load up my chest, and then heâd lick it all up.â
âYou ever let him go down on you?â I asked, increasing the pace, his balls swinging back and forth, matching my rhythm as I jerked his big dick. âLet him suck a load out of you?â
âNah,â he shook his head. âHe always wanted to suck me, but I told him that I wasnât gonnaâHoly fuck, dude. What the hell are you doing?â
I had dropped to my knees and, turning his body towards me, had taken his cock down my throat in one, quick gulp. Reaching around and grabbing his ass, I pulled him into me, mashing his balls against my chin. Deftly, I began to suck him, my mouth a worthy substitute for his wifeâs unavailable pussy.
âFuck, thatâs good,â he moaned, his hands moving to the back of my head. âYeah, thatâs itâwork the head,â he guided me as I swirled my tongue around his bulbous cock head, lapping up his precum.
âWhen was the last time you got some head?â I asked, pausing momentarily as I licked his shaft from base to tip.
âUhâAlissa Parker, sophomore year behind the bleachers, long before I started dating my wife,â he stated.
âJesusâyou havenât gotten your dick sucked since high school?â I gasped incredulously.Â
âYeahâmy wifeâshe doesnât suckââ
âWell, I do suck dick,â I cut him off, stating the obvious before taking him down my throat again, his balls mashed against my chin once more. I knew that time was of the essenceâI needed to get back to my shift, and he needed to get back to his wife and kid. And even though the restaurant wasnât all that busy, I didnât want us to get busted. So I went to town on that big cock, sucking him ravenously.
âChrist, you can suck a dick,â he marveled as I bobbed my head up and down on his eight-incher, my neck pivoting over and over again, his balls slapping my chin with each down beat. A wet thwack echoed off the tiled walls.Â
âDudeâIâm getting close,â he warned urgently, his meaty hands gripping into the side of my face. âIs it cool if I cum down your throat?âÂ
âMmm hmm,â I nodded, feeling his cock expanding down my throat, his nutsack tightening against my chin.
âOh fuckâhere it comes,â he barked. âOH FUCKâSHITâSHITâYeahâDonât stopâSHIT.â
He released a massive torrent of jizz down my throat, coating my tongue, his cock head throbbing against my tonsils. I counted tenâtwelveâfifteen distinct shots of cum as his creamy load spewed into my hungry belly. Judging by the force and quantity, it had to be at least a five-day load.Â
âChrist, that was good,â he extricated his spent cock from my throat, stuffing it back into his jeans as I wiped at my messy chin with the back of my hand.Â
âWhereâs Dadda?â a piercing scream suddenly erupted from the dining room. âI want my Dadda.â
âShitâthatâs my son,â he announced, zipping up his fly. âI better get out there. My wifeâs gonna be pissed.â
âYou got any plans this afternoon?â I asked as he hurriedly washed his hands at the sink.
âI gotta swing by the Home Depot later for some nails,â he reported, reaching for the paper towel dispenser.Â
âMy shift ends at 4 pm,â I shared. âHow about you swing by here when Iâm done and I can take you back to my place?â
âYou wanna suck another load out of me?â he asked, an eyebrow raised, a devilish smile plastered on his face.
âActually, I was thinking you might want to fuck my ass,â I offered. âIf you might be game for that.â
âFuck, that sounds hot,â he exclaimed, his cock straining in his jeans once more. âIâm game.â
And then he returned to his table and his over-priced plate of Honkers wings, his wife giving him the stink eye as his kid threw chicken nuggets at him. But he didnât seem to care, his gaze locked on me as I took my place at the bar, his hard cock aching to shoot a load up my ass.Â
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