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Daddy's alone, but his thoughts are far from innocent. He's got his big, hard cock in his hand, and he's talking dirty, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate through the room. He's telling you, his little one, all the things he wants to do to you, all the ways he wants to make you feel good. His strokes are long, slow, and deliberate, his thumb brushing over the head of his cock, spreading the pre-cum that's leaking out. He's lost in his fantasy, his body tense, his breath coming in short gasps. He's close, so close, and then, with a final, whispered "Come for daddy," he comes, his cock pulsing as he spills his load.