With a groan, Paul’s spunk shot out of his cock and flooded onto Ethan’s tongue. His legs instinctively spread, his full nappy bulging out on show, feet in the air. Gay porn Paul moaned too, his eyes glued to Ethan’s messy bum. Nappies paid for, I pulled down the fold-away changing table. I put my hand under his chin, and kissed him deeply, rubbing the soaked padding with my other hand. “Just a lickle bit, Daddy.” “Of course, sweetie.” I held my finger in front of his laid down head, hovering in front of his face. “Taste good?” “Mmm. Ethan, you be good for your Dad now. I wiped my pooey finger on his tongue, painting the centre of it brown. I’ll be bringing them to the party.” He hugged Ethan. “Well done on your un-potty training too. “Such a good boy. He swallowed and sighed. I’ll see you on Friday, baby boy! I’ll see you on Friday, baby boy! I got up and kissed him, rubbing my shit-covered tongue against his. Why don’t you clean him up!” I pushed Ethan’s legs up further, stuck my tongue out, and once again licked up my favourite taste in the world; Ethan’s poo. I sank my fingers into his gooey stinky mess, covering it completely.
