Up your ASS, Billy fucking Royce!

"Oh yeah, oh yeah Dad I'm gonna, gonna, yeah, take it, take it, ah, up your ASS, Billy fucking Royce!"

"Oh Gary son I'm with you, AH!"

Hank's upper body strained back from his thrusting cock. He kept a hand on Gary's shaft as the younger man's cock swelled and shot another load, the hot laces of Gary's seed joining Hank's cooling load on the towel.

Lil gasped. "Oh God yes!" she cheered. "Take it, Billy!" Gary's fantasy cock-load receiver was her favorite singer, the one she had a crush on, the one she got every new song of, and was the star of her "Sexy Mood" playlist.

Gary and Hank groaned as they shot their loads, Hank up Gary's ass, Gary into an imaginary Billy Royce as Lil cheered them on.

Lil's favorite Billy Royce poster was a dramatically lit black and white photo, a practically nude rear view showing off his back and arm tattoos and his bare buttocks, always looking a little big and soft on Billy's long frame with muscular limbs.

That picture. Gary must have been thinking of that picture.

Now Lil knew she wasn't alone in imagining Billy as a sex partner. So did her brother! Billy had publicly admitted enjoying sex with men. Gossip said Billy found it hard to find partners comfortable with accommodating his large penis, so he more often bottomed than topped for anal intercourse.

After Gary and Dad finished coming, broke contact and cleaned up, Lil shrugged off her blanket and rose from Gary's desk chair to share a naked group hug with her father and brother.