Facial

I bob my head hard on Dad's cock, swallowing each time my lips reach his hilt. For two hours, my mouth slides upwards in a delicate caress, then down in a tightening embrace. I maintain eye contact, as Dad praises me for being the faggot I am.

I let him see that he is the only thing that matters in the world, right now, as he looks down at me. Kneeling nude with his cock in my mouth, I moan softly as my lips slide up his shaft. I let my lips loosen to a feathery caress as I reach his crown.

Sinking my mouth back to his hilt, I swallow repeatedly, once the crown enters my throat. His eyes remain focused on me as his meat starts to pulse. His fingers tighten in my hair, guiding my head up his length and down, with more intensity.

He pulls my head up until his cock leaves my mouth entirely, and the first rope of his jism pumps across my face in a thick, heavy stripe. I blink up at him, but Dad simply smirks as the second stripe lands, followed by more than twelve more after.

“You deserve this, faggot,” Dad tells me, and I smile up at him lovingly, letting his cum paint my entire face, though he did seem to avoid my eyes. “Tongue out, now, slut.” I extend my tongue, and Dad draws his crown across it, wiping his tip off.

“Rub that into your face, whore, I need to cum at least once more,” Dad orders, and I lift my hands, obediently beginning to rub it into my skin, “and back up.” I scoot back while continuing to rub his cream into my skin, following his command.

“Good boy, faggot,” Dad praises me, once I am able to look up at him once more, my skin dry and silky, soft and smooth to the touch, and warmer, now. He slides out of his loveseat, rising to stand in front of me, his cock directly before my face.

I lick his cock lovingly, while waiting to see how Dad decides he wants to use me for his second round. It's impressive that he has the stamina and readiness for two rounds in a row in immediate succession, but I'm not about to complain about it.

For a few minutes, Dad strokes my hair, standing over me and smiling affectionately. Partially but not fully satisfied, Dad's cock remains hard. As he runs his fingers through my hair, I realise he's actually giving me a moment to catch my breath.

“I'm ready, Dad,” I tell him, licking his shaft lovingly from hilt to crown as I look up at him, “Use me however you want.” Not as if he needs me to verbally state that. I am on my knees, nude, licking his cock, my consent's a foregone conclusion.

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