Fetish Twink Filled With Daddy's Cum

Seated on a narrow upholstered bench, Derek feels the cuffs pressing into his wrists. The leather harness across his chest gleamed in the dim light as he waited anxiously for his Master. Heavy footsteps echoed down the hall. Derek's heart raced as the imposing figure of Daddy Joris filled the doorway. His muscular body was adorned with a studded leather harness that accentuated his powerful build. "Open wide, boy," Joris growled, opening his leather jockstrap. Derek eagerly complied, accepting his Daddy's thick shaft into his waiting mouth. He sucked fervently, savoring the musky taste and fullness. After using Derek's throat, Joris yanked him up and bent him over a nearby bench. With no warning, he thrust deep into Derek's tight hole. Derek cried out in pleasure and pain as Joris pounded him mercilessly. "Touch yourself," Joris commanded. Derek frantically stroked his leaking cock as Joris hammered his prostate. The dual sensations were overwhelming. "I'm close, Daddy!" Derek moaned. "Cum for me, boy," Joris growled. Derek exploded, painting the bench with ropes of cum as his ass clenched around Joris' throbbing member. Joris buried himself to the hilt and marked Derek's ass with his load. Feeling a primal urge, he gently pressed his hips forward, ensuring his seed was pushed back deep inside Derek.