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“Mmhm. Pose with it, yeah—just like that,” Joel heaves, rapid heartbeat thumping in all the right places. He watches with eager intent as your little fingers slide up and down the flushed skin of his hard length. Takes extra time marveling the way your fingers barely touch when your fist attempts to wrap around the hard middle of his base.
The lense focused on you right as his pointer finger pressed record. Joel’s legs unconsciously spread even further, inviting you in for full access to him. His spongey head leaks a bit as he keeps eyeing you, riding out every shock of pleasure bursting through his navel with every innocent strip of your palm and lick of your tongue.
“Likin’ the way Daddy’s cock tastes, huh pretty girl?”
A laugh followed up his own question while you try and fail to nod and hum around the mouthful of girth.
“Fuck I love it when you hum like that. More. That’s right. Suck that allll down,” he guides you, pointing the camera at every action as you lean in even more to fulfill all of his wishes. A helpless whine buzzed from his throat, gripping onto a decent clump of your scalp for dear life while the sounds of your busy wet slurping fill the air.
His cock, wet with dribbles of precum and spit, slaps against his belly right after you’d hollowed out your cheekbones and released him with a loud suck.
It comes as no surprise how much it renders Joel a bratty, cursing, demanding mess.
The camera shook in the fragile grasp of his hands, still recording all of his growls of dirty motivation. He slaps your lips with the tip in the middle of a grunt, centering your face perfectly into frame. You stare at the bright lens with an empty, cock-hungry stare while you wet your lips and spit on his girth some more. Joel hissed as the warm trail of saliva drips down, lubing him up even more.
His untrustworthy grip still tries remaining steady while you gulp several inches down all in one go, drawing a long sigh from above.
The pudgy head of his dick meets the back of your throat, slicking him up deliciously.
“Think he’ll find out ‘bout us after this?” he asks rhetorically, condescendingly. He pinched the bone of your chin with a dopey smile towards the camera. “My poor baby’s throat’s gonna be so sore tonight. How’re you gonna explain that to him when you won’t even be able to talk, angel? Huh?”
You drunkenly swirl the flat of your tongue, slobbering on the veins and lapping up anything dripping down.
But you don’t find the words or the energy to conjure up an answer. You’ve become too lost, too deep in the moment giving your own boyfriend’s dad another long orgasm he’s been saving up just for your face.
“Gonna tell him his dad’s thick cock fucked and wrecked this throat all night?” he asks, pointer finger dragging down your aching jaw. He continues with a whisper. “That I split that pussy open on it whenever you come over to see him, too?”
His hips find a steady respectable grind, lifting up off the bed to feed you his tip. You welcome all of his thrusts, eager to taste more of him the closer he gets. You’re shameless, frantically nodding your head up and down in joyous agreement while you simultaneously slurp up the juices dripping down his naked lap.
“Yeah, that’s my girl. Fuck. He doesn’t know what to do with you, but I always do,” Joel damn near growls, possessive as his hips stutter trying to remain on beat.
His meaty thighs crowd the sides of your head while the camera captures the depravity of it all.
A man kicking off his fifties, choking his son’s girlfriend with his cock, stuffing you so full you both couldn’t take it anymore.
“That’s it, that’s it, that’s it— you’re gonna make Daddy cum like that, shit, drink me up baby. Yes.”
His howls are almost always unabashedly uncontained, the lid flying off the rest of his physical restraint. His hips fly up and the camera tilts over in his haze, still catching side glimpses of part of your face swallowing drops of his milk up. It drips down the corners of your mouth, thick and sweet as icing. His chest heaves with the heavy nonstop breathing, emptying everything he has into you.
“Fuck, just look at her. My girl, mouth full of my cum,” he narrates to the camera, revelling in your messy pink cheeks. You still act shy and fucked out as you lick up any of the leftover evidence. Clean off your face and his thighs, any remanents of his spend are left settling in your tummy.
“All clean,” you rasp, grinning while you stick your tongue out at the camera.
“And she swallowed it all,” he praised. Pets the top of your head with his unoccupied hand before tilting you up to chase your lips with his. The camera stays on and, though out of frame, captures the sounds of your lips smacking. Of Joel tasting remanents of himself.
After a smooth, long kiss, he breaks away with a hurried breath, turning off the camera and tossing it mindlessly to the side before whimpering to you:
“He won’t love you like I love you.”