In the heart of the city, a young skater, clad in baggy jeans and a tight tee, can't keep his eyes off his phone. Daddy's texts are explicit, leaving no room for imagination. He's rock hard, his cock straining against his jeans. He finds a secluded spot, unzips, and begins to stroke. His strokes are slow, deliberate, just like Daddy told him. He feels his orgasm building, his breath coming in short gasps. He can't hold back any longer, cum shooting out, staining his jeans. But Daddy wants more. He reads the next text, his cock hardening again, ready for round two.