Chris Palmers arches against the sheets, fingers trailing down Dan Digiron’s stubbled jaw before claiming his lips in a bruising kiss. The twink’s hips grind impatiently against his daddy’s thigh, breath hitching as Dan’s calloused palm finds Chris’ straining bulge. “Fuck, you’re hungry tonight,” Dan rasps, ripping open Chris’ jeans to free the twink’s leaking cock. Chris moans around Dan’s thick shaft, saliva dripping down his chin as he hollows his cheeks—begging for praise through sloppy, gagging sucks.
Dan’s gruff “Good boy” vibrates through Chris’ skull before he’s flipped onto all fours, Dan’s spit-slicked fingers stretching him roughly. The twink’s choked cry turns to mantra-like whimpers—”DaddyDaddyDaddy”—as Dan’s raw cock splits him open, hips slamming ruthlessly against Chris’ ass. Fingernails clawing the headboard, Chris rides him backward, sweat-slicked back arched to take every inch. “Gonna fill you til it hurts,” Dan snarls, biting the twink’s shoulder as hot streaks of cum paint Chris’ trembling stomach. Collapsing in a tangle of limbs, Chris licks a stripe up Dan’s neck, giggling breathlessly: “Again?”
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