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Saying that my Asher and I have developed an unorthodox relationship would be a huge understatement. Ever since we began to explore a raunchy relationship, the line betwixt it and my duties and responsibilities had become murky, particularly as my fleshly crave for the guy became stronger and stronger. That’s not to say that the one and the other of these sides can’t coexist within me. But one of course would hope that as a , my paternal instincts would overpower my craving.
One night, I realized it was well past Asher’s curfew. I sat alone in the darksome, semi-frustrated, yet likewise appreciating the solitude. I couldn’t aid but fantasize about giving him a stern talking to that seamlessly led into laying him over my lap and spanking his in natures garb gazoo. I wanted to let my fingers “accidentally” slip in betwixt his legs and linger longer than they should. I went back and forth in my head with this. Do I put on my “ pants” and give him an actual lecture? No spanking? Would this chab or would this guy not be turned on by it? How would I even discipline him if this chab enjoyed the discipline?
I don’t know how lengthy I had been sitting there, but suddenly I heard the door open. As the lights flicked on, Asher came in. He was surprised to watch me up, and naturally asked what I was doing sitting there in the black like a weirdo. I was being weird, wasn’t I? Weirder even, the very second we made eye contact, I became absolutely disarmed.
Instead of a stern talking to, I instead started rambling about being worried about “other men” and what they would do with him. Which was mostly a lie, mostly. I am, in fact, worried about bad fellows coming in contact with my FTM , but I’d be lying if I hadn’t thought about other dudes having their way with him for me to watch.
Worse though, I think Asher knew this chab wasn’t ever actually going to receive into trouble not abiding by abode rules. All this guy had to do was say “I love u, ” as that guy came in for an embrace, and any memory of punishing him vanished. His touch led into a kiss which sent my head spinning. Before I knew it, my panties had been unbuttoned and unzipped and I absolutely melted as I watched my cockhead pop into my boy’s throat and rest on his tongue.
He looked up at me as his head bobbed up and down. He let his tongue slip the length of my shaft, knowing I was absolutely at his compassion. He let me aid him receive in natures garb and I had him acquire on all-fours on the leather daybed. The spanking dream rushed back into my head. But instead of turning these merry cheeks red with my large hands, I dove in face 1st to smack him. Every time I plunged into him it felt like the 1st time, yet always as forbidden and flavorful as the final. I let my large midst finger dip into his warm, soaked gap as I let my tongue glide up and down his twat.
It wasn’t lengthy previous to I had him stand up against the railing of our stairs and I slid right up into him from behind. He was so warm, so inviting. He craned his head back as this chab cooed and groaned as I began to pump in and out of him, letting me kiss him as I did. Whether it was this position, or him riding me, or missionary—my personal favorite—my looked hawt in all of em. If there’s everything I could guarantee at this juncture in our relationship, it’s that he’d always be willing to aid me milk a load out of my dick with very little work. I discharged all over his stomach, realizing that it was I, perhaps, that needed to be punished. I was going to have to work at regaining my role as a serious parental figure… one that wasn’t totally spellbound by my boy’s bonus aperture.

Format: mp4
Duration: 24:45
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 7042kbps
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