We head for bed. Well, Daddy does first & I follow. He lights me up with his Kindle when I climb in beside him to see what kind of nightie I'm wearing. And why am I wearing a nightie and panties anyway? Because I'm a thitthy faggot, Daddy. Soon, I'm kneeling on the side of the bed, rubbing Daddy's big balls on my cheeks. Why? Because I'm a thitthy faggot, Daddy. Then I'm licking his cock, running my tongue up the length of it, and gently sucking the head of it, all the while holding the shaft like a sugared ice cream cone. Why? Because I'm a thitthy faggot, Daddy. All this tongue teasing is well and good, but at this point Daddy wants to get down to some serious face-fucking, so he starts thrusting his hips, pounding my face with his belly, driving his cock back to the back of my throat, over and over. I'm gulping and gasping and drooling desperately trying to keep his cock in my mouth….and why is that? Because I'm a thitthy faggot, Daddy. Inevitably, Daddy is going to cum because that's what Daddies do when they're with thitthy faggots like me. And that's what Daddy does. he cums and cums and cums. And I swallow every last drop and lick his cock clean. And why do I do all this? One more time, with my hair disheveled, my face smeared with cum and saliva: Because I'm a thitthy faggot, Daddy! 

'cause i'm a thitthy faggot, Daddy!