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A secret, a shared glance, a whispered command - "Get under the table, boy." Daddy's heart races as he watches his son comply, the boy's eagerness evident in his eager movements. Under the table, the boy's hands find their target, stroking, teasing, bringing Daddy to the brink. Daddy's fingers tangle in the boy's hair, guiding him, urging him on. The room fills with the sounds of pleasure, the wet slurping of a hungry mouth, the ragged breaths of a man on the edge. Daddy's grip tightens, his body tense, and with a final, shuddering groan, he releases, his seed pulsing into the boy's waiting mouth.