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My Loving Father

As i look deep into his eyes, deep, deep into his eyes, he lightly touches my cheek and plants a kiss on my lips, its an unusual sensation, but i only see him once a year so i allow it, he is my only real father, i value his pasion towards me, i fell insecure around him naked, my teachers say this is weird, fuck them, i make my own choices, my choice is to stroke his penis, stroke it hard, and stroke it soft, stroke it with my hands, and stroke with my tounge, after all he is my father and i love him
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louis-bitchop
Croatian
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Apr 7, 2013
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