Alone Time – Logan Cross, Dillon Stone
Most Scouts would be horrified to discover that their father had been asked to join as Scoutmaster. Talk about cramping your style! However, things have always been a little different in our house.
Our first trip to the woods together was predictably eccentric. Basically, we started kissing the moment we set up my tent. There was something obscenely dirty about the idea of playing with him while the others settled in. His cock is truly the best I know. I love sucking him and he loves holding the back of my head until I choke.
I could feel him slowly taking off my panties. He likes to stick his tongue in there, tormenting me until I’m open and desperate for his cock. He knows exactly how I like to be penetrated; hard, fast, deep and urgent, grabbing my face and pushing his giant hand over my mouth.
He put me on all fours and started hitting me from behind. I could feel his dick moving in and out. I wanted it. I wanted him very much. Seconds later, he pulled out, shook himself really quickly and started spraying all over my slit. He pushed himself back into me, so that our DNA was fully combined…
