Chapter 663 Daddy's Cuddleslut:>>4

• Ken was so worked up it didn't take long before he was on the edge of the orgasm he wasn't sure he should be having. But he was past the point of caring. With a guttural moan, he suddenly spurt a frothy geyser of cum from his cock. Through his pumping fist, jets of spunk flew from his rod and spattered the front of the T shirt he was still wearing. His churning balls produced more cum than any time in recent memory and left him sitting on the couch with cum soaking his shirt and hand.
• Once he gathered his wits again, Ken pulled his boxer briefs back up and took off his shirt. He wiped his hand on the back, which was the only part that was still dry. Then tossed the shirt into the hamper in the laundry room and went back for his coffee, which he took into the kitchen. He got some fruit, bacon and eggs out of the refrigerator and started making breakfast for two. Carly came back just before he was ready to set the plates on the table.
• "What happened to your shirt?" she asked, standing in the doorway and looking intently at his bare chest and shoulders.