Dad-prick throbbed maddeningly in the tight confines of his throat. He rocked his head back and forth and glanced up to gauge his father’s reaction. Tom’s eyes had shot wide open. His thick brows were knitted and his mouth was agape. His breath was stuck in his throat and his hairy, manly body shuddered with the awesome sensation of having his manhood thoroughly devoured by his boy. His lower lip quivered when Billy slowly and painfully drew back, steadily allowing inch by inch to come up from the depths of his throat and through his cock-stuffed lips. He chewed on Tom’s fleshy knob a bit before swiftly sinking back down. This time Tom let out a long, mournful wail and used his large calloused hands to brace himself on the mattress. His legs quivered as his adult cock lodged in his son’s deep throat. Fuck, this was so wrong. Yet it felt so right!With his lips plastered around the succulent flesh of the hard family cock Billy began bobbing up and down, fucking his face with it. Tom’s manly groans grew deeper and more frequent. His boy’s throat muscles were alternately contracting and constricting as his fuck tool soared through, causing Tom’s balls to churn. Every time the kid went down
