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• Comment Link vrijdag, 04 oktober 2024 22:05 posted by dzieciece porno

  “Maybe his dad is right.” He thinks to himself as he continues with his intense fondling of his fiery red cock. All the blood rushes from his brain to his throbbing erection plus the heat of the shower, making the young lad, light-headed.
• Comment Link vrijdag, 04 oktober 2024 21:57 posted by dzieciece porno

  Garrett sits on the commode, where his father had sat. “I look forward to the day when you are a fully grown man, my son.” His father says. “I am anxious to see the fruit of my loins reach his fully-adorned manhood. Adulthood.”
• Comment Link vrijdag, 04 oktober 2024 21:28 posted by dzieciece porno

  “Do it!” His dad orders. “Nope.” He says. Flatly. As he runs his hand over his still steely-hard length of his curved cock.
• Comment Link vrijdag, 04 oktober 2024 21:10 posted by dzieciece porno

  I was surprised He wasn’t angry. He said,” boy you wait here, I am going to the bathroom.” He closed the door. He must sit on the toilet with pants down because I heard him losing the belt but didn’t hear him peeing. After a while, he called my name,” get in here ass sniffing slut.” I opened the door and crawled to the side of daddy. Daddy was still sitting on the toilet. . Just when I was confused why he sat that and did nothing. He stood up and pulled his pants up. I did take a peep of daddy’s huge uncut Middle Eastern dick. Half hard like 7inches already. While he was doing that, he grabbed my hair pushed right into the toilet, and closed the lid. “ smell my ass from there boy when it is still fresh.” He paused and continued, “ Don’t move.” That night, I did a whole spa routine to make sure my skin was soft and my ass was stretched and wet. I was wearing nothing but a jockstrap as I was told. Waiting by the door on fourth. My heartbeat was so fast as my mouth was dry. I heard the footstep approaching. I left the door unlocked as one of the instructions I was received from daddy. He stepped in with his size 10 Christian Loublitine loafer where my eyes were going up from there. When I made eye contact with daddy, daddy slapped me across the face and said, “Bad boy, Where the fuck are your sneakers as I told you to wear tonight.” I was trembling and said in a very low voice, “ sorry daddy I fooooorgot.”
• Comment Link vrijdag, 04 oktober 2024 20:25 posted by dzieciece porno

  He reaches for and cups the wiggling low hangers of his teenage son. “You know what you have to do. Doncha. Son.” His dad says.
• Comment Link vrijdag, 04 oktober 2024 19:56 posted by dzieciece porno

  “Yep. I’ve had one since I put on my gear at practice today.” He tells his dad. “Coach told us. To go beat off. Seeing all those tents in our shorts; he said we should have all been working out naked. Our shorts weren’t covering up, anything, as our cock’s periscoped out and over the elastic waistbands of our shorts.” He says to his dad as he steps from the shower.
• Comment Link vrijdag, 04 oktober 2024 19:30 posted by dzieciece porno

  “But you didn’t though, did you, son?” He gulps once as his dad mounts more pressure on his balls. Squeezing them.
• Comment Link vrijdag, 04 oktober 2024 19:08 posted by dzieciece porno

  “I ain’t a-talking ‘bout how big ya cock is, boy. I am talking ‘bout ya, weight. Your height.” His dad says. “I kinda figured on how big you are down there. That’s obvious. It makes me proud of you. My son. Of what I created, along with ya mother.” “You have not fucked, have you, my son? Have you?” His father asks, as he readjusts the cock covered and swelling in his khaki pants. “I thought as much.”
• Comment Link vrijdag, 04 oktober 2024 19:08 posted by dzieciece porno

  “What are you now, son?” “What happened at today’s practice today that was so different from any other day, son?” His dad asks.
• Comment Link vrijdag, 04 oktober 2024 18:57 posted by dzieciece porno

  He runs the towel through his curl-filled hair, and down over his chest, where the early signs of his manhood sprout like an uneven crop of hairs across his chest that run down to his furry-pillowed crotch. Where the throbbing from his hard-on springs back as the damp towel whips his erection back and forth with each swipe of the now dampened towel. “You know what you have to do. Doncha. Son.” His dad says.