A rentboy no older than spoiled milk was beginning to worry about trick daddy and if he had next rent paid. Rentboy had been putting Daddy intentions on cold, the non-existent sex life just laughs and coy eye contact. So feeling guilty, one afternoon the rentboy decided to ask his former pimp for some advice to keep the affair afloat. Brown Sugar, the pimp, told him he should get his booty daddy to do some nasty for him. So that night in bed as rentboy chewed on a twister, he whispered to Daddy that he should get his birthday suit off for some exploring. Daddy got excited.
The next day, on his sixtieth birthday, he did his sit-ups, did a shot of tequila of with wheatgrass. He took his Viagra pill and ready to plow the monthly tease and balance the deficit.
When rentboy came home, he opened the door and that was daddy looking like grandpa.
He smiled. He cooed that he was in his birthday suit, and couldn’t not think he could be resisted. Lusting or wild passionate sex.
Rentboy replied “what on earth are you doing?”
Daddy rebutted “it’s my birthday suit, don’t you like it?”
Rentboy responded “I see the hanger, but couldn’t you’d ironed it first”
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