Harsh Irrumatio

Dad's hips snap forward with a harsh smack against my cheeks and the wet slap of his nuts against my chin. My throat fills with Dad's cock as he drives himself in, stretching and visibly conforming around his length. I take it, as my eyes flutter.

“Mmph!” I groan around my Dad's cock as he pulls back and snaps forward, again, with another wet slap and a crisp smack of his hips against my face. “Nngh!” Dad doesn't hesitate to pull back and snap forward again, slamming himself into me.

“That's it, faggot, take my cock like this is all you're good for!” Dad growls lustfully as I swallow instinctively when my lips hit his hilt. I don't know where the instinct comes from, but I know what pleasure sounds like, and he moans as I swallow.

I don't have much choice in taking it now, Dad's hands in my hair, his grip firm, my lips stretched taut around his phallic length. I moan, and Dad growls with arousal, “Now that you took the edge off, I can give you the pounding you deserve.”

Dad's fingers stretch and flex as he holds my head down on his cock for a moment, shifting from gripping my hair to just straight gripping my entire head. Then he pulls back and slams in again, his hips accelerating into a merciless rhythm.

“You like this, don't you, faggot?” Dad demands as he ruthlessly, relentlessly skull-fucks me, “You like being used, being degraded, humiliated?” I moan softly on his cock, but Dad doesn't pull back enough for me to even try to answer him.

“Fucking brainwashed little faggot slut!” Dad snarls with arousal as his hips fly back and forth, pounding his cock down my throat. I moan louder, offering him stronger vibrations as he fucks my face at full force, but Dad doesn't relent at all.

“Moan louder on my dick if you like being degraded, humiliated, insulted, used like this, faggot,” Dad demands and my brain rewires as I moan louder. Dad snarls with arousal as he fucks my mouth with every ounce of strength that he has.

“I knew it! You love this, being used by your own Dad like you're nothing but a cum-dump!” Dad snarls louder, but he's still slamming himself to the hilt in my throat, his balls slapping wetly against my face. My throat stretches to take him.

His hands aren't gentle on my head, but I can feel him being careful not to harm my head, either, just because he's using me. I groan around him, and for two hours, there's nothing in my mind except my Dad's cock pounding across my tongue.

“Get used to this, faggot, this is gonna be your life from now on!” Dad snarls with arousal as his cock starts to pulse in my mouth and throat, but his hips don't slow. “You'll serve your mother just like this! You'll serve Enzo and Juno like this!”

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