robby working dennis up so slow and gentle. massaging at his soft thighs, rubbing at his tummy, kissing warm and wet against his throat, down his body.
at first, it just makes dennis twitch and squirm, hiccup out little whines, eager for more. heat settles under his skin, a dull ache in his cunt, tdick pulsing, desperate to be filled and touched and toyed with.
but robby doesn't stop the syrupy slow, gentle ministrations. not until dennis is relaxing into it, melting into the sheets, huffing out small breaths of pleasure. eyes droopy, fluttering shut, so sleepy and warm, head all fuzzy. robby's hands just keep kneading at him, his soothing voice keeps rumbling praises, good boy, sweet boy, precious angel.
only when dennis is half-asleep and mostly out of it does robby line himself up, pressing inside dennis's welcoming heat. dennis can only take it, robby's big hands holding his thighs open, petting his thumbs over the sensitive skin. shh, shh, theeere we go... my sleepy little puppy, huh? that's okay, baby, yeah... does that feel so good? oh, I know, I know... all warm n sleepyy...
the slow, pulsing drag of robby's thick cock against his sensitive walls isn't enough to wake dennis up— it only makes him hazier, limbs weak, pleasure throbbing warm and all-consuming through his body. he can only manages weak little moans, little pleads of da-addy— u-uhn, mmnhh— please... and take whatever robby gives him, molten, gentle heat.
robby coos, keeps fucking him slow and deep, making love to his baby. shh, shh... can you feel me in here, baby? he murmurs, pressing a hand over the bottom of dennis's stomach, making the poor thing hiccup out a broken whine. yeahh, oh, I know. daddy's so deep in your little tummy, baby. does it make you feel all funny? shh, it's okay... s'okay, gonna take good care of you, angel. my sleepy boy.
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