Once a week, Daddy stops by the abandoned church on the outskirts of town for his mid-shift service.
Today he was a little more stressed, having had to wait a while for me to get there, and he took that out on my mouth, releasing all the tension, alongside his five-day load, as he dumped balls deep with his hands firmly on my head to make sure I swallowed the lot.
Daddy pretty much does what he wants, because he can.















