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The hair around his groin was trimmed and neat, sprinkled with some grays. It was his cock that I loved the most. He was long and thick, the skin slightly darker than the rest of him, and the head was swollen and flushed. Beautiful veins threaded along his shaft that I loved licking.

But my absolute favorite part was his Prince Albert piercing with a captive bead ring. It wasn’t huge, 3mm, but it was enough to add to your pleasure. I had one, too. I got mine first, then convinced Father to get one because I knew he’d love it, and I loved it inside me.

I poked my tongue out and wrapped it around the head and his piercing and then swiped over his slit to gather a bead of precum, which was sweet. Father made sure his cum was always sweet for me.

His breathing had picked up, but other than that, he was a man under full control of himself.

While I held his heavy cock in the flat part of my palm, I dipped my fingers into the expensive bourbon and dripped the liquor along his length. The smell of the alcohol, mixed with cologne and arousal, made my own dick pulse harder.

I dragged my tongue over the shaft, lapping up the smooth bourbon with notes of chocolate and spiced vanilla that had a sweet aftertaste.

When I reached over to dip my fingers again, Father grabbed hold of my hair. “Stop teasing. You have two minutes to make me come before I have to head back onto the floor.”

I feigned a pout before holding the base of his cock, opened my mouth, and pushed my head forward to take him all the way to the back of my throat, gently wiggling my head to get him all the way down there. My lips stretched around the root, and my eyes watered. He wasn’t easy to swallow down.

He went so deep it was difficult to breathe, so I popped off, gasping for air and drooling.

“You take mesodeep, Precious.”

“I want my Daddy to feel good.”

“Daddy does. You have one minute.”

I wasn’t worried about the time. I’ve made him come in less before.

With the perfect amount of pressure of my lips around his shaft, I quickly bobbed my head, using my tongue on all his sensitive pressure points as one hand roved toward his ass between his thighs to ease the tip of my finger inside him, while my other hand tugged hard on his nuts.

The head hit the back of my throat, and it would hurt later, along with my jaw, but I relished in the pain, knowing I’d pleased Father.

“Your mouth is a fucking dream, Precious. Absolutely perfect.”

His voice was raspy, deep, and slightly out of breath.

The swelling of his cock and the growing heat let me know he was about to come.

I pushed my finger inside him deeper and tugged his balls harder. My mouth moved faster, and I sucked on him, hollowing out my cheeks.

The first spurt of sweet cum hit my tongue, then another and another. I pulled my hand back and stroked his cock, squeezing the last bit out of him, milking the last drops because I loved his flavor. I loved it even more than my lollipops.

I quickly pulled up his underwear and jeans, zipped him up, and buckled the belt.

When I stood, I looked down at his shined leather shoes, clasping my hands behind my back, awaiting Father’s approval or disapproval.

“A few seconds to spare. I knew you could do it,” he said with affection.

He pressed long fingers under my chin and lifted my head. “Such beautifully swollen lips. You’re absolute perfection, Precious.”

“Are you pleased, Daddy?”

“More than pleased.”

“Can I… cum?”

“No. Not until tonight. Remember, I have cameras everywhere. I’ll know if you make yourself come.”

There weren’t any in the restrooms, but I acquiesced because it would please him. “Yes, Father.”

He stood closer and cupped my cock and balls. “I’ll please you. Don’t worry.”

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