Ben glared down upon the hairy, upside down bowl that was Diehard's belly.
"Call me Mod," Ben said, his penis not yet fully erect.
"Yes, Mod."
Diehard covered his meaty nipples with his fingers.
"Move your hands and let me see them pouting titties," Ben demanded.
"Yes Daddy," Diehard said, his three and a half inches of bright red fury throbbing in anticipation of the railing about to be received.
"Oops, I mean mod."
Benjermin slapped his face with a brutal authority.
"You will not joke around with me. Now peel off them tighty-whities."
After struggling to untangle his erection from the piss-colored flaps of his underpants, Diehard quickly shimmied out of them and laid flat on his back. Bengermen stood over him at the foot of the bed perspiring, the sunlight bouncing off his stoney muscles to ensure the ghostly hue of his skin remains unchanged.
"Lift up them hamhocks and spread that boy-pussy."
Diehard separated his legs and placed his ankles on his daddy's shoulders.
A sickening goosh rang out as Bengalman penetrated the stinky poopy butt that lay before him.
"Sss-ah." Diehard grimmaced in pain.
"Slower...please mod...slower..."
Benjerbem thrusted his whole engorged member into the skinny rectum of Diehard. He cried out and a tear fell from his eye.
"Yeah, take my meat-muscle you worthless bitch." He spit on Diehard's face and leaned over to hold his throat, pumping his blood-filled cock in and out like a bucket it a water well, except the water is more like poop and the bucket is more like a pee-pee.
"Oh, oh....BEMBLEBIM," Diehard cried as he shot a yellowy, watery load into his own smelly belly-button.
The Mod himself pulled his glowing golden rod from the stinky butt and started tugging.
"Get on them knobby little knees right now."
Diehard obeyed and gazed up at the carved-from-marble Mod that has graced him with his attention. Ben pulled and pulled on his shaft until the head of his trophy-like cock was as swollen as Diehard's face.
Finally the tsunami was released. A sticky spider-web of jissum spread across Diehard's mouth and chin.
"How does it taste, boy?"
"So good Daddy."
A single teardrop of cum fell from the tip of Ben's cock onto the floor.
"Call me Mod."
"Call me Mod," Ben said, his penis not yet fully erect.
"Yes, Mod."
Diehard covered his meaty nipples with his fingers.
"Move your hands and let me see them pouting titties," Ben demanded.
"Yes Daddy," Diehard said, his three and a half inches of bright red fury throbbing in anticipation of the railing about to be received.
"Oops, I mean mod."
Benjermin slapped his face with a brutal authority.
"You will not joke around with me. Now peel off them tighty-whities."
After struggling to untangle his erection from the piss-colored flaps of his underpants, Diehard quickly shimmied out of them and laid flat on his back. Bengermen stood over him at the foot of the bed perspiring, the sunlight bouncing off his stoney muscles to ensure the ghostly hue of his skin remains unchanged.
"Lift up them hamhocks and spread that boy-pussy."
Diehard separated his legs and placed his ankles on his daddy's shoulders.
A sickening goosh rang out as Bengalman penetrated the stinky poopy butt that lay before him.
"Sss-ah." Diehard grimmaced in pain.
"Slower...please mod...slower..."
Benjerbem thrusted his whole engorged member into the skinny rectum of Diehard. He cried out and a tear fell from his eye.
"Yeah, take my meat-muscle you worthless bitch." He spit on Diehard's face and leaned over to hold his throat, pumping his blood-filled cock in and out like a bucket it a water well, except the water is more like poop and the bucket is more like a pee-pee.
"Oh, oh....BEMBLEBIM," Diehard cried as he shot a yellowy, watery load into his own smelly belly-button.
The Mod himself pulled his glowing golden rod from the stinky butt and started tugging.
"Get on them knobby little knees right now."
Diehard obeyed and gazed up at the carved-from-marble Mod that has graced him with his attention. Ben pulled and pulled on his shaft until the head of his trophy-like cock was as swollen as Diehard's face.
Finally the tsunami was released. A sticky spider-web of jissum spread across Diehard's mouth and chin.
"How does it taste, boy?"
"So good Daddy."
A single teardrop of cum fell from the tip of Ben's cock onto the floor.
"Call me Mod."
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