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“Yeah son, that’s your sweet spot daddy’s cock just hit. And I’m gonna hit it again, and again, and again, until you cum harder than you ever have playing with that little cocklet of yours. Now just relax & let it happen, baby boy. Let daddy make his pussyboy cum. That’s it, let it go, son.”
“Dah,,,Daddy, please, it’s too intense. Oh fuck!”
“Yeah, that’s it. Don’t be afraid, son. You’re a pussyboy now, daddy’s little faggot cum dump. Don’t fight it. You know you love it, don’t you, pussyboy?”
“Y, yeah.”
“Yeah what?”
“Yeah, I’m your pussyboy, Daddy. Please, just don’t stop.”

Make no mistake: everything has a variant. Like versions of truth, like versions of love, there are versions of sleep. The deepest sleep is meant only for children and perfect fools. Everyone else must pay each night her restless due.
— Jill Alexander Essbaum, Hausfrau  

1 comment:

scottyp said...

He is owning that ass!