Face.fucking.by son

slamming in crudely, roughly, not caring for anything else but his own pleasure. His nostrils flared as he broke the silence in a neigh, tail perking up and flagging, though it was not Dom's tail hole that would ever be exposed in a submission manner.

No... No, that wasn't for him. Only for Jerome, his son grunting as Dom slammed deep, face-fucking him with every ounce of strength in his body, glutes tensing, hammering in, pounding him ferociously as if he was actively trying to take submission from his son by force. But that submission had been given freely and was all the more delightful for that tenor of it, Dom grunting, groaning, balls aching as they churned on the brink of orgasm.

As much as he wanted to hold back, to savour and draw out the moment for his own brand of pleasure...that ecstasy had to come.

The first Jerome was aware of his father's orgasm was the first jet of cum hitting him in the back of his throat, but it was following with another ramming thrust so swiftly that he didn't have a chance to choke on it. Of course, unexpected things could still provoke mental reflexes rather than bodily ones, and Jerome clung desperately to his father, riding out his orgasm while his face was used as a glory hole, a portal to pleasure that, once he was done with him, would be tossed aside as if he did not matter at all. All the while, Jerome's cock throbbed and ached, pulsing pre-cum as if he was going to get off right then and there, leaking so much pre-cum that it drooled and drooled, thick dollops of it begging the lap of a tongue. That wasn't for him, however, the slutty son gulping it all down, throat working to take the spurts of cum while his father thrust and thrust.

Not every drop slipped down his throat as it splattered messily out of the corners of the stallion's lips, his father thrusting and grinding, not caring for the mess. Yet Jerome had to take all that he could, grunting through the mass of that cock until his eyes watered, rope after rope slipping down his throat while the rest frothed on his lips, drooled down his chin, splattered his pretty corset like the slut he was.

He was painted in cream by the time his father had finished with him - or so he thought, Daddy Dom letting out a chortling nicker, dragging his head all the way down on his meat with a firm paw on his collar. Whimpering, his throat bulging with dick, Jerome tried to breathe easily, yet even that could not come so softly to him.

"If you thought that was all, filly, you've got another think coming..."

Wheezing, his lips pressed to Daddy Dom's crotch, Jerome flicked his tail up wantonly.

He'd do anything his father wanted of him to get his face fucked like that again.

Anything.
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