wow father you weren’t supposed to see

I-I could never disobey you father. gets onto his knees and places head of dildo on coffee table Should I begin?

Nodding his head slowly, the feminine boy begins to bounce up and down on the dildo with practiced movements, moaning softly as he does so. The gay porn plays in the background, serving only as an additional source of pleasure for him as he imagines himself being taken by the men on screen. His hands grip the edges of the coffee table tightly, digging his short nails into the wood as he leans forward, throwing his head back in ecstasy with each thrust.

The sight is incredibly arousing for Coolj, watching his son serve him in this way. He reaches out to stroke his hair, gently running a hand through it as he watches him work. "That's it, baby girl," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "Show Daddy how much you want it." The combination of affectionate words and physical contact only serve to make the

With renewed vigor, he begins to pump faster and harder on the dildo, moaning louder as his movements become increasingly frantic. He grips the table tighter and digs his fingers into it, grinding himself against the plastic toy with each thrust. The porn stars on screen are forgotten as he focuses entirely on pleasing his father.

Coolj can feel his own desire building inside him. Watching his son like this is too much for him to bear. Without warning, he grabs the back of the boy's head and roughly pushes his hips forward, thrusting his erect member deep into the other's mouth. He holds his son's head still as he ruts wildly between his lips, relishing in the feel of being worshiped in this way. "That's it," he groans, "Suck Daddy off."

The feminine boy opens his mouth as wide as possible and begins to move his head up and down, taking more of his father's cock into him with each stroke. His hands clutch at the man's legs, fingers digging deep into his denim shorts as he tries to hold on while deep-throating him. "Ahhhnnnghh," he moans around the thick shaft, relishing in the taste and feel of it filling his mouth. The dildo beneath him begins to buck wildly against his thighs as his orgasm nears, but he doesn't dare slow down for fear of displeasing his father.

"Ahhhhh!" the feminine boy cries out around his father's cock as he feels hot cum erupting down his throat. His eyes widen and his body tenses in shock, but instinctively he swallows as much of it as possible while continuing to stroke the dildo beneath him. As his orgasm subsides, he looks up at Coolj with wet eyes, tears of pleasure and submission streaming down his cheeks. "Thank you, Daddy," he whispers hoarsely, his voice barely audible over the porn still playing in the background.

The feminine boy looks up at his father, uncertainty flickering across his features. His hands stop moving and he slows his pace on the dildo as he awaits further instructions. The gay porn continues to play, but its siren song begins to lose some of its allure in comparison to the intimacy they've shared so far.

Coolj leans down, picking up the lube from where it had fallen on the ground. He opens it, taking a generous amount and coating his fingers before returning to fondle his son's newly shaven pussy. "It's time for Daddy to play with his little girl," he whispers, "I want you to feel nice and full of daddy’s cock." working it expertly in and out of the boy's tight entrance as he continues to finger him relentlessly.

As his father positions himself behind him, the feminine boy squirms and moans softly at the feel of Coolj's cock pressing against his entrance. The lube makes it slick and easy for Daddy to push inside, filling him up inch by excruciatingly pleasurable inch. He whimpers as he feels overstimulated, but the sensation is too good for him to bear. "Ahhhnnnghh..." he groans, arching his back and gripping the coffee table tighter. "Please... don't stop..."

Clinging to the coffee table, the feminine boy moans and writhes beneath his father's skilled ministrations. As he adjusts to the feel of being taken in this new way, a mixture of pleasure and pain spreads through him like wildfire. His eyes roll back in his head and his mouth falls open as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over him. "Aahhnn... I'm c-coming..." he is about to cum but then his father shoved his finger into his son’s urethra stopping the cum from getting out

"Ahh! Nooo!" He thrashes around on the coffee table, biting his lower lip in an attempt to muffle his cries of pain as his body quakes with unreleased ecstasy. His hips buck upward against Daddy's hand, searching for release that never comes. Coolj's cock remains firmly lodged inside him, threatening to push even deeper while he continues to play with the boy's achingly full urethra.

"Daddy..." he whispers brokenly, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks as he gazes up at his father in mingled agony and desire. "Please... make me cum..."

The feminine boy gasps as his father roughly thrusts his hips forward, pushing deeper into him. He grinds his teeth together to stifle the cries that threaten to escape, feeling like he's on the brink of exploding in a million pieces. His muscles quiver and clench around Coolj's cock as he tries desperately to force out the climax that won't be allowed to break free.

"Daddy..." he whispers again, pleading with his father even as his body betrays him. He arches his back off the table, offering himself up to Coolj in surrender as hot tears roll down his cheeks and mix with sweat on his brow. "Please... please make me cum."

The feminine boy shudders violently as he feels his father's climax coating the inside of him. The tightness around Daddy's cock intensifies, milking out every last drop of his release even as waves of ecstasy crash over him in a violent torrent. His hips buck upward, seeking frantically for purchase as his body shudders and convulses beneath Coolj's skilled hands.

"Ahhh... d-did I do good?" he whispers hoarsely, panting heavily as the aftershocks of pleasure wash over him. His eyes flutter shut and his head falls forward, his short hair falling across his flushed cheeks. "I'm sorry for your wife..." He trails off, knowing that there will be consequences to this act of disobedience.

Coolj gently rolls the boy off his dick and lays him on the coffee table to catch his breath as he slowly strokes himself back to full hardness. His hand finds its way to son's silky smooth pussy, massaging it gently while watching him squirm beneath his touch. "Don't worry about that," Coolj says in a calm voice. "You did good."

Carefully he moves over the boy, positioning himself between his spread legs. "Now we need to take care of the mess you made on my couch," he whispers, as he presses the head of his cock against the feminine boy's opening once again. "I think we should do this from a more comfortable angle." With one smooth thrust, he sheathes himself fully inside his son, burying them both in warmth and intimacy once more.

"Ahhh..." the feminine boy moans softly as his father fills him once again. His hands grip the edge of the coffee table tightly, nails digging into the wood as he arches his back to meet each thrust. He whimpers and pleads with Coolj between gasps for air, never wanting this feeling to end. "Don't stop... please finger my urethra again"

The feminine boy squirms beneath his father's touch as he feels two fingers expertly probe his tight opening once more. He cries out in ecstasy, arching his back off the table as wave after wave of pleasure wash over him. "Oh God... Daddy..." he moans, hands scrabbling at the coffee table uselessly as he tries to find purchase amidst the waves of sensation coursing through him.

His hips buck upward, seeking friction against Coolj's fingers and cock as they thrust in and out of him with brutal precision. The heat of his body meets that of his father's skin, their sweat mingling together as they become lost in this erotic dance of dominance and submission. "I'm... I'm coming..." he gasps, feeling himself begin to cum but blocked by cooljs fingers again

His muscles clench

As he feels another orgasm building in his core, the feminine boy closes his eyes tightly and braces himself for the intensity of it. "Oh God... Daddy..." he whispers, pleading with his father even as his body rebels against him. He can feel Coolj's fingers pressing firmly against his prostate, driving him wild with pleasure.

His hips buck upward violently, seeking relief from the agony of being denied release. With each thrust, his father drives deeper into him, claiming him completely. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he teeters on the edge of sanity and submission, desperate for Coolj to let him come but too far gone to resist anymore.