As the clock strikes noon, the house falls silent, save for the hushed moans echoing from behind closed doors. Rotze's daddies, one by one, succumb to their desires, their cocks hard and aching. They stroke, they tease, they edge, their balls heavy with unshed cum. Finally, with a guttural groan, they let go, their cocks pulsing as they coat their bodies in their hot, sticky seed. The afternoon sun casts long shadows over their sated forms, a secret shared only between them and the walls that bear witness.