It wasn't until my hair brushed his thigh that I looked up and came face to face with his cock once more. I licked my lips and breathed deeply, making...eye contact with my father as he said,"Now touch it." Please dad, don't make me do this!" I pleaded. "I- I don't know why your doing this but can't we talk about it? Come on just stop..." I didn't ask you to beg son, now stroke me before I decide you need to be disciplined!"I shook my head, "No dad! No! NO!"I screamed as he grabbed my head and. It was his right to spill his seed and he thrust and rocked his hips, one paw gripping the squat rack for support, muscles bulging, studly domination coursing through.There was no going back as his nuts tightened, giving him a sense of strain for a heartbeat of a moment, grunting thickly, cock flaring. It plumped up thick and full, thankfully not inside the fox’s throat, but the mess to come was not to be contained.No. Stan nickered, orgasm building, cock throbbing, the fox’s drool coating his. He arched his hips and drove himself up inside her, again and again, creeping closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy with each glorious stroke. Sarahs body began to tremble, clenching him with her tight cunt muscles. Her husky whimpers filled the air, mixing with her daddys deep guttural moans. She was so close, ready to soak her daddy with her thick juices. Oh Fuck! she mewled. You feel so good! Michaels hand slipped off the receiver and the phone tumbled onto the soft carpet. He wrapped. Dan continued to fuck her harder and harder. Gwen slipped her hands under Beth and touched her lightly on the ass. Beth shrieked and convulsed again. Dan groaned and Beth could feel his come shooting deep inside her. Her arms were sore where she had been straining at the restraints. Gwen gently unbuckled them, and kissed her wrists. “Do you want to take the mask off?” Beth wasn’t sure. It was almost easier not to be able to see. It made her less responsible somehow. She wasn’t sure.