As the lights dim and the house quiets, Daddy's mind wanders to forbidden thoughts. In the soft glow of the nightlight, he gently strokes his growing bulge, the fabric of his boxers tenting with anticipation. He frees his throbbing cock, the heat of it in his hand sending shivers down his spine. With a drop of spit, he begins to stroke, his grip firm and steady, his hips arching into his touch. The quiet creaks of the old house are his only accompaniment as he chases his pleasure, the tension in his balls building to an explosive release.