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Daddy-Son Dance Chapter 2 (Part 4)
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I poured out some more gel and went lower, over his stomach and belly
button and down to his cock and balls. My soapy hands lathered them up ,
running over the smooth sac and then onto the hardening, but small,
prick. "I think this extra dirty," I murmured into his ear above the
sound of the water, "I'll need to spend extra time cleaning it."
"Goodie," giggled Dad.
I was able to grip my hand round it with space to spare, my fingers
pressing at my lower palm as I squeezed. Dad gave a sensual moan as I
rubbed it up and down, slowly but forcefully working his small dick. I
could feel the blood pulsing through it, the dick beating in time with
his heart as I gently jacked. My other hand was rubbing his thigh and
ass cheek, massaging the warm water over it and I moved my mouth to just
below his jaw line to kiss and peck at his exposed neck.
"Oh, that is so good, my dick needs a proper cleaning," Dad was leaning
back into me, squashing his back at my erect cock, his hands going round
to hold my ass and squeeze it as I worked him. I grinned and continued
to kissing his neck, slowly jerking his dick back and forth. I was
careful not to make him cum, I wanted to make sure he was ready for the
main event and as a horny as he could be without spending him. He gave
another sigh of satisfaction as I squeezed his prick and I knew there
was a risk he was coming close. I knew I had to stop, but I not going to
deny there was a reluctance as I eased my hand. Dad didn't say
anything, he probably knew I was right, but his body sagged a little
from the loss of tension. It didn't last long as he turned back towards
me, sliding our naked bodies together as he did. "Pass me the gel
bottle, its time I washed you."
His palms moved over me, starting with my head and then down to my back
and chest. He spent time massaging there, his hands sliding in circles
over my muscular pecs as he admired my physique. He wasn't much faster
down my six pack stomach, his fingers sliding into the muscular creases
and running over my firm muscles. Then he was down on my dick, soaping
it gently. It was too large for him to get his fingers and thumb all the
way round, even if he squeezed, but he made a valiant effort, sliding
back and forth as he soaped and jacked me.
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Posted on : Oct 1, 2020
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