Mr. Scott smiled on a bright and sunny morning as he cooked himself and his young son Hunter breakfast. The fine and traditional good looks of Mr. Scott were enhanced by the fact that he stood in the middle of the kitchen, spatula in hand, in just his tighty-whities.
He looked over his beefy shoulders and saw his son Hunter as he waltzed in with a sultry look in his eye.
However, to Hunter’s great chagrin, Mr. Scott had to catch a plane for an important business trip. The poor boy begged his daddy to stay. How long would he be gone? A week! No way!
Mr. Scott tried to soothe and calm his son, but to no avail. The ornery boy merely batted his eyelids and laid spread-eagle over the bed, blocking his father from reaching his suitcase.
The needful boy promised to let his daddy go, but first would he please fuck his ass real good?
