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Sitting in Walter's place was a blonde young woman with pigtails, her fair skin flushed with anticipation. She wore a green vest adorned with an eclectic mix of colorful patches, including a bear, clover, and spaceship, giving her a youthful and rebellious edge. A neon green strap cut across her chest, accentuating her slender frame. Beneath the vest, a grayish-brown t-shirt peeked out, completing her casual yet distinctive outfit.

Rebecca scoffed, "This is extremely unnecessary."

"You have a better idea?" Walter shot back, adjusting his uniform uncomfortably. "This thing is too tight," he complained, his deep voice betraying his discomfort.

"I can't believe it's come to this," Rebecca murmured, covering her mouth as if to hide her shame. Yet, she allowed Walter to approach. He leaned in, his feminine lips curling into a **** smile as he took Jacob's erect length in his hand.

"Oh god, please, Dad," Jacob pleaded softly.

"Now, Jacob, let's not make this any more embarrassing than it has to be," Walter started, but his words were cut off as Jacob aggressively pushed his hips up, thrusting his cock into Walter's mouth. "Gawk gluuuuugh ugh ughugh..."

Jacob grasped his feminized dad by the pigtails, using them to control the pace as he bucked his hips upward. Walter's eyes widened in a mix of fear and humiliation as he felt trapped, his throat invaded and violated.