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“Yeah, son,” he smiled like a naughty boy caught with his pants down. “I woke up in a cum dump mood.”

“I can see that. How many guys this time?” I inquired.

“Shit, you know I can’t keep count when I’m getting my ass railed,” Dad laughed.

“More than ten?” I guessed.

“Uh … yeah. I’m no amateur dump,” he replied.

“Twenty?” I speculated.

“Keep going,” Dad prompted.

“Thirty?!” I ventured incredulously.

“That sounds about right,” he purred.

“Damn, Dad,” I exclaimed. “It’s fine if you want to be a cum dump, but I worry your boss is gonna fire you if you keep missing work like this.”

“Don’t worry, son,” he placated me. “My boss was actually the last guy to seed me today. You just missed him.”

“Shit,” I cursed. “He’s fucking hot. You still got his load up in there? Can I eat you out?”

“Sure, but you know the rule,” Dad scolded. “You gotta make a deposit before you can have a withdrawal. Now get that big cock in me, son.”