You Never Complain

It was fun bouncing Yancy on my cock, but it was tiring. When I was getting close, I dropped him on the bed and continued fucking him as I filled his pussy with my cum. I was exhausted, so I fell asleep on top of him, my hard cock still deep in his cunt, sloshing around in the cum I had filled him with.

"How did that not hurt?" I asked him when I woke. I couldn't imagine how my cock hammering his insides was something he liked. I started sliding my cock in and out, massaging his still hungry twat.

"Why do you think it doesn't, Daddy?" He asked me, giggling.

"You never complain," I answered.

"And I never will, Daddy," he stated.

"Can I fuck your pussy now?" I asked.

"If you ever ask me that again, I'll say no, Daddy's just take what they want when they want" he warned.

I took his warning seriously. I never asked him again after that. I just fucked him when I wanted, however I wanted. I also learned not to ask him about his feelings after sex. He was my cum dump.