More than that, you almost have to bite the bedsheets to stop from making the horniest noise as you feel Greg let go to pick up his belly, moving his gut onto your lower back. The man huffs as you whine and lower your upped body now just like he asked. Face down.” You know what he’s asking for well, and when you begin to get on your hands and knees, Greg pushes as well until he’s sitting up and your pelvis is raised with the rest of you, still getting poked and prodded deep inside with the twitching cockhead. Greg spreads his legs open even more, batting his hand on the bed. You’re daddy’s boy right now, and you want to feel the stretch. Achingly, your anus still clenches around him, even at the base, and you know that there’s going to be some room for improvement, but God, you don’t care. Greg pushes in one more time, and you feel the hair of your legs standing up as your muscles clench up. The curse word under his breath is almost impossible to make out, some garbled form of trembling arousal.