Cum [ Throat / BAD END RISK ]

As I continue servicing my father and stroking Jamie and my little brother, I can feel the rod in my mouth and throat start to pulse. I can feel his heartbeat, the hard pulsing of his meat, as he holds my head firmly in his hands, hammering harder.

“Fuck! Yes! Take! That! Fucking! Cock! You! Fucking! Worthless! Faggot! Cum! Dump! Trash!” my father snarls the words, lustfully, his hips slapping against my face hard enough to redden my cheeks and sting with every slam down my throat.

“You care if I hold your faggot's head to the hilt when I blow, Jamie?” my father asks.

“By all means, use it like the sleeve it is and stuff it like it deserves,” Jamie says. I groan as my father's fingers tighten in my hair, offering him pleasurable vibrations as I continue servicing him. My fingers tighten on the other two slick shafts.

“You care if it doesn't survive? I've been pent up for a while, it's gonna be a big load,” my dad grunts the words, rough and urgent. I don't resist, I simply continue to mindlessly contribute to my father relentlessly skull-fucking me like a sleeve.

“Eh,” I hear Jamie grunt in response, “faggots are replaceable! If it dies, it dies!” I moan in pain as my father's fingers soon tighten on my head, and his hips start slamming more violently against my face. I hear Jamie and Lucas kissing once again.

“Fucking yes!” my father snarls with arousal, ramming down my throat as hard as he can, “Fucking! Take! That! Fucking! Cock! You! Fucking! Worthless! Faggot! Trash! Cum! Dumpster! Fucking! Choke! On! My! Fucking! Cock! You! Faggot!”

“You heard your father, faggot!” Jamie says as I hear him break from kissing Lucas. “Choke on his cock like a good fag!” My throat reflexively responds, my eyes watering as I mindlessly allow myself to choke on it as my father rams my face.

Then, with one final roaring buck of his hips, he rams in so hard his balls shove into my mouth and my jaw aches with the opening. I suck his balls mindlessly as his cock obstructs my airways, my eyes pressed against his pelvic hair as he cums.

“Keep stroking our cocks, faggot!” Jamie orders me as my stroking starts to slow, and I jerk to resume stroking in quick, smooth strokes, despite that I can't breathe. My father holds my head firmly down on his cock, forcing me to just take it.

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