Gay Dad Serviced by His Brat: First Time Age Gap Body Swap

He doesn’t let go. I pull back instinctively, but there’s no give. “Easy,” he says, voice low and steady, almost amused. “You’re not going anywhere.” My pulse spikes. I want to say something, anything, but my mouth goes dry. He’s never spoken before. Never touched like this. The rules—his rules—just got rewritten, and I didn’t get the memo. He leans in closer, pressing more than just presence through the wall. “You’ve been doing real good,” he murmurs, like it’s some twisted reward. “Time to step things up.” I’m not in control anymore. I don’t know if I ever was. One thing’s clear: I’m not just servicing Dad now. I belong to him—and he’s only just getting started.