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The older man barely had a chance to breathe before he felt the wooden cock push entirely inside him. Whether Hawthorn noticed the partial erection was hard to say. He lay on his back as his son held his hip in one hand and wrapped the other around his elevated leg. He had expected Hawthorn to break away from him, but the young man sighed into his father’s mouth and kissed him back. “Fuck me, my son. I could not stop if you commanded me to. Lowland groaned as his hands gripped the straw beneath him. His hips flexed in a way that drove the phallus along a part of Lowland made him beg for more. Say something.”
Lowland stared, bleary-eyed, at his son. The cool night air drifted over them, sending chills along their sweat-soaked skin.
