Daddy’s Cvmshot Fills His Son’s Tender Flower Hole (Inters3x, Gr00ming)
Warning:
This arc contains both inc3st, underage sex, h3rmaphrodite body, gr00ming, and extremely explicit bed scenes.
The man’s fine and strong body pressed against his son’s fair and tender body, his hot and solid big d!ck thrust ruthlessly and continuously. The tender hole of his son underneath him was pounded to the point of spasming crazily, spitting out streams of silky juices that irrigated the sensitive flesh of the man’s d!ckhole.
The man pumped relentlessly into his son’s pvssy, which was dripping with fluids. He bent over to his ear to make a low, hoarse groan. Afterwards, the hole at the tip of his extremely swollen shaft widened. A moment later, scalding hot yang essence gushed out like a flood!
“Oh…”
The man pistoned in his son’s tender little cave, shooting out his desire all over his insides like a beast. His son’s slack eyes gazed at the ceiling as his sweet spot was sprayed by his father’s sem3n. His prostate was about to be cooked from the heat.
The boy’s nerves were struck by the sem3n that seemed to hold current, making it seem as though he had been electrocuted. He wrapped his arms around his father’s muscular back, and his spread legs circled around his father’s mighty waist. He was banged so hard that the roots of his thighs couldn’t stop trembling.
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Fortunately, his son was obedient and adorable. When his son was younger, whenever he returned home, the boy would toddle over with his short legs to greet him, bringing warmth into his life.
When the boy turned 6, he was ridiculed by the other children in kindergarten for neither being male nor female, and came home crying. Qin Haotian carried his son into his arms, telling him that he was an angel sent by the heavens to him. Since he was an angel, it was natural for him to be different from ordinary humans, and for them to be unable to understand his existence.
His son wiped away his tears as he asked, “Really?”
Qin Haotian used his finger to tap on the little flower hole behind his small shaft as he replied, “This is something only angels have. If ordinary people find out that only angels have this hole, they would get jealous and want to snatch it away. If they aren’t able to do so, they would want to ruin the angel, so angels can’t let their little flower holes be seen by those ordinary people…”
His son was terrified by his words and gripped his little rod and flower hole with his small hands. Qin Haotian laughed, carrying his son to the living room for their meal, and then transferred him to an aristocratic kindergarten.
Until the boy was 7, he slept with his father every night. During his afternoon naps at the kindergarten, his son also liked hugging other children to sleep. When Qin Haotian went to pick up his son, he was reminded by the teacher that in order to foster a child’s self-reliance, they should sleep separately since he was already old enough.
Initially, his son would make a fuss to continue hugging him to sleep. He only agreed to sleep in the small room within his father’s big room after he promised him that he would coax him to sleep every night before leaving.
Perhaps, because the food he ate was too nutritious, his son started developing at the age of 12.
Qin Haotian would return home regardless of how busy he was, in order to accompany his son to sleep. He was currently lying next to the boy, who was like an octopus, clinging onto him while clothed in pajamas.
His boy asked, “Daddy, why didn’t you return home last night?”
To which, he replied, “Daddy was busy. I couldn’t return home, because I was trying to get our company listed. Sorry, baby.”
His son pouted, wrapping his limbs even more tightly around him in dissatisfaction.
Half a year later, his company was successfully listed, so they held a celebratory banquet. Qin Haotian drank more on that day.
When he returned, the maids had already prepared to rest. Qin Haotian gestured to them to go to sleep as he went alone to take a look at his sleeping darling. Next to his bed was a small room, with warm yellow light shining inside. His son wore light blue pajamas, with little baby bottles printed on them, and was sleeping on the bed while hugging a pillow.
Qin Haotian went into his room, intending to give his son a kiss before leaving. Touching his son’s soft hair, he left a light kiss on the boy’s forehead. When he lifted his head, he saw his son opening his dazzling, starry eyes.
The boy tossed aside his pillow, but instead of clinging onto his dad like an octopus, he lifted his pajamas, displaying his slightly bulging chest. He asked Qin Haotian worriedly, “Daddy, I seem to be sick over here, it’s puffed up. During the day, this place felt so swollen… Daddy, will I die? Xiaoyu doesn’t want to die, Xiaoyu wants to stay with daddy…”
As he spoke, Qin Xiaoyu burst into tears. He lifted his clothes, allowing Qin Haotian to look at his developing mounds.
Under the warm light, Qin Haotian took his son into his arms as he comforted, “You won’t… Xiaoyu hasn’t even grown up yet… Even when Daddy dies… Xiaoyu would still be alive…”
“No… Daddy can’t die… Xiaoyu wants to be with daddy…”
Qin Haotian, who was drunk, didn’t even finish comforting his son before he laid down next to the child and fell asleep. As usual, his son clung to him like an octopus, with tears hanging at the corner of his eyes.
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