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Jiro hisses at the flash of pain on the back of his scalp. Rei yanks his hair, forcing Jiro up straight.
“Come on, sweetheart. You know I hate it when you hide.”
Jiro finds it hard to look his father straight on when he’s in the man’s lap, bouncing on his cock. His face burns when Rei’s expression turns soft, contrasting how deep he’s fucking nailing Jiro.
“There’s my good boy. Look here, gorgeous.”
Jiro nods, head lolling with each thrust. Cross-eyed, rolling back, lids threatening to drop as he’s truly fucked stupid, but at least his eyes are open.