Your Dad Is My Sex Toy: Joey Mills & Mark Lax
In Your Dad Is My Sex Toy, Joey Mills ditches his boyfriend at dawn to fuck Mark Lax—his man’s dad—on the couch, surviving close calls as the older stud dominates him raw against walls, floors, and furniture, leaving the twink sloppy with cum just before the clueless BF walks in.
Dawn hasn’t even cracked the sky before Joey Mills’ greedy mouth starts aching for action. Ignoring his sleeping boyfriend’s morning wood, the twink staggers out, cock throbbing, and zeroes in on the real prize—his man’s silver-daddy, Mark Lax. The older brute sprawled across the living room couch, eyes glued to his tablet, legs spread lazily in gray sweatpants that bulge obscenely. Joey doesn’t ask—he drops to his knees, yanks the waistband down with his teeth, and slurps Mark’s thick, salty cock straight into his wet throat. The dad-bod alpha grunts, barely glancing up as his meat gets slobbered raw, one calloused hand fisting Joey’s hair to skull-fuck him deeper.
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Footsteps upstairs freeze Joey mid-gag—boyfriend’s awake. Mark’s thumb smears pre-cum on the twink’s lips, a filthy “shut it” hissed as they pause…until the coast clears. Then it’s animal. Joey climbs Mark like a rabid squirrel, sinking onto his rock-hard shaft bareback, riding him hard enough to make the leather couch squeak. “Fuck daddy’s dick, whore,” Mark growls, finally tossing his tablet aside to manhandle Joey’s twink frame—hauling him up for a brutal stand-and-carry fuck against the wall. Joey’s legs hook around Mark’s waist, his hole stretching shamelessly as the older beast drills him raw, spit dripping down his abs.
No mercy. Mark drags him to the floor, shoves his cock back into Joey’s spit-slick throat until he gags, then flips him doggy-style to punish that bubble butt. His balls slap Joey’s ass crimson, fists tangled in the twink’s hair as he rams deep. Joey screams into the carpet, shooting ropes untouched while Mark pumps his load across his twink’s fucked-out face. Collapsing in the mess, Joey grins—mission accomplished. Daddy’s cum is still dripping down the walls by the time his oblivious boyfriend stumbles downstairs.
