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His father loosens his grip on the full balls of his son as he stands. He can see the spurts of hair that dot the chest of his son. And he can see the heaving and gentle rise and fall of his son’s chest, as he breathes, as his excitement builds. The helmet of the man’s cock weaves a picture of no recognition as the father’s cum streaks itself through the watery haze.

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