Struggle to Submit

With a fierce determination in my eyes, I gaze into my father's longing gaze. The hunger in his eyes mirrors my own, igniting a fire within me. "I want to feel your cock in my mouth, Father," I whisper, my voice filled with a blend of eagerness and challenge. "I want to submit to your pleasure, to take you deep within me."

He chuckles, a wicked gleam dancing in his eyes. "Oh, my eager son," he responds, his voice laced with anticipation. "Don't underestimate my desire to please you. I'll worship your cock like it deserves, taking you to new heights of pleasure."

Our lips meet in a passionate kiss, tongues entwined in a sensual dance, as our hands roam each other's bodies, seeking dominance and pleasure. The sensation of silk and lace against our heated skin heightens the intensity of our struggle for submission.

Breaking the kiss, I trail my lips down his neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses along the way. My hands explore every inch of his body, my fingers tracing his defined muscles. I want to savor every moment, to indulge in the taste of his submission.

"I'll make you tremble and moan with pleasure, Father," I whisper, my voice filled with determination. "I'll take you deep into my throat, showing you just how eager I am to serve you."

He shivers under my touch, his voice husky with desire. "Yes, my submissive son," he replies, his fingers tangling in my hair. "I'll be the one on my knees, craving the taste of your throbbing member. I'll show you just how devoted I am to pleasuring you."

Our struggle for dominance continues, a battle of submission and pleasure. As our bodies intertwine, our hands find their way to each other's throbbing members, stroking and teasing. The sound of our moans fills the air, fueling our shared desire.

In the depths of our passionate struggle, the lines between submission and dominance blur further. My father, the willing submissive, takes control of the moment, sinking to his knees. With a hunger in his eyes, he declares, "I will be the one to pleasure you, my son. I will show you just how devoted I am to satisfying your desires."

My heart races with anticipation as I surrender to his expert touch. His skilled lips wrap around my throbbing member, his tongue and mouth working magic, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I can't help but moan with ecstasy as I give in to the intoxicating sensation of his submission.

With a sense of urgency, I lower myself to my knees, my eyes fixed on my father's throbbing member. It stands proudly before me, a manifestation of our shared lust. I can't resist the urge to taste him, to feel his pulsating flesh against my tongue.

My lips part, and I take him into my mouth, savoring the sensation of his hardness filling me. My tongue dances along his length, tracing every ridge and vein, eliciting moans of pleasure from him. The taste of his precum lingers on my tongue, a tantalizing reminder of the pleasure that awaits.

Simultaneously, my own cock throbs with need, aching to be pleasured. My father's lips wrap around my member, his mouth engulfing me in a wet, warm embrace. I gasp at the sensation, overwhelmed by the intensity of his skilled mouth.

Our heads bob in unison, a synchronized dance of desire. We take turns deepthroating each other, our mouths working tirelessly to bring the other to the brink of ecstasy. The sound of our moans and the wet slurping noises fill the room, a symphony of pleasure.

As our tongues intertwine, we taste the sweet mixture of our desire, our cocks sliding against each other in a passionate rhythm. We lose ourselves in the moment, consumed by the intoxicating pleasure that courses through our bodies.

With each stroke, each lick, our desire intensifies. The struggle for dominance takes a backseat as we focus solely on our shared pleasure. The room becomes a sanctuary of pure eroticism, where our inhibitions fade away, and all that matters is the pleasure we bring to each other.