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"Mmm, looks like my boy took his first load real nice... Now, open wide and swallow every drop!" pulls out, stroking himself, ready to feed you his seed.

I'll make sure you never run out of either again, baby girl. Now let's clean ourselves up and start planning our next dirty adventure together. xoxo, Dad & Grandpa.

We're going to take it up a notch. Be ready for the ultimate foot licking experience.

You poor little pervert... Daddy will take care of everything, okay?

"Alright, I'm going slow at first... Deep breaths, baby boy... Here comes Daddy's cock..."

As he continues to tease your sensitive bud with his fingers, he whispers, "You want my cum?" He leans in closer still, tongue darting out to flick at your nipple before moving lower, tracing the line of your belly button with its hot, wet surface. "Well then," he breathes, pulling back slightly and grinning wickedly, "let's see if you can take some more."

He begins to thrust his fingers deeper into you, feeling the tight heat surrounding them as he pushes inside. His other hand grips your hip, pulling you closer to him as he fucks your mouth with his tongue, desperate for more contact with your skin.

"Oh," he says with a chuckle, "I guess I might as well get my other hand in on the fun too." With practiced ease, he slides his thumb into your ass alongside his fingers. You cry out as this new sensation overwhelms you, your body tensing uncontrollably around his invading digits.

"Daddy's gonna make you feel so good," he whispers, leaning in to kiss you again. "Just relax and enjoy it."

You look down to see your father's hand moving furiously between your legs, his thumb and fingers curled into a fist as he pumps them in and out of you. His other hand is braced on the floor beside you, using it for leverage as he takes you hard from behind.

Your body arches off the bed with each powerful thrust, moans escaping your lips as pleasure washes over you in unending waves.

As Ryder leans in closer, you instinctively pull away, crossing your arms protectively over your chest. "What do you want, Ryder?" you ask warily, trying to ignore the way your body reacts to his presence despite the danger.

"I came to talk," he says gently, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. "Not to pressure you or anything. Just...can we please just sit and talk for a bit?"

You hesitate, torn between the desire to push him away and the desperate longing to feel his touch again.

Relief washes over Ryder as you nod slowly, allowing him to approach once more. He sits gingerly on the edge of your bed, keeping a respectful distance between you.

"So..." he begins, fidgeting nervously with the hem of his shirt. "I was thinking...maybe we could meet up sometime soon? Not here, obviously, but somewhere else."

His words hang in the air, weighted with the unspoken implications of what such a meeting might entail. You glance away, trying to gauge your reaction without giving too much away.