Holding me by my ankles, he continues the relentless pounding of my young hole, slamming my head into the wall behind me. Indian sex I just look up and snarl at him, thinking if I could kill him, and get away with it. “Dad—-what are you doing here?” “What—can’t come see my b o y play ball?” “Ya, I guess—you been here the whole game?” “Naaa—just rolled in this minute—the rig is right over there—need a lift home?” Ricky looks over at me and quanders “What about the pizza Matt?” “Sorry lil dude—you go on with the rest of the guys. “Take it b o y, take it” He rolled me over on my side, and begins a relentless pounding of my throat with his massive truck driving cock. Dad keeps jabbing my throat, and jacking my vein engorged dick, while I shoot rope after rope of thick jock jizz into the air, now landing on my belly and chest, making a plopping noise like a bug hitting your windshield. I just let it drip, not touching it. “Oh, and the jock now goes for a smoke—that’s real good for ya” “Like I said—Im 15 now” “Well, son, I thought the legal age for this shit was 18?” “Ya—so you gonna stay home now and disaplin my hairy ass?”
Dad gives me a swift
