Deep Hole Dungeon

'Good boy!' D Arclyte steers Cody Winter toward the sling. 'Show daddy how much you appreciate what I did for you.' 'Yes sir.' Cody drops and swallows D's thick shaft in one motion. D drives in deep, fat balls slapping Cody's chin, fucking his boy's face. D spins, spreads, and Cody buries his tongue in the hairy crack, licking like he needs it to breathe. They move to the leather bench. Cody gloves up, sinks his fist into D's hole, and his own cock stands rigid, bouncing with every thrust, foreskin still sheathing the swollen head. He drops to one knee for leverage, pumping faster. D rolls onto his side, grunting, urging him deeper. 'You wanna help daddy cum?' Cody gasps, 'Aww fuck yeah.' D kneels over him, strokes out thick white ropes across Cody's tongue and cheeks. Face glazed, Cody rasps, 'Daddy's so hot.'