THANKING DAD

I’ve been nuts about my Dad’s butch hairy chest for as long as I can remember. It used to drive me crazy when I was a kid and we’d go to the beach. I always had to lie on my front to hide the boner in my trunks. 
Now that I’m older, his chest still drives me crazy, but thankfully I don’t need to hide the boner I get as soon as I see it. Dad doesn’t hide his boner either, except when he buries it up my ass, which thankfully he does at least once every day.

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