Light Dante, a vision in his Hawaiian shirt, knows just what Daddy wants. He starts slow, caressing his uncut cock with gentle, practiced strokes. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation of his foreskin sliding over his sensitive head. He picks up speed, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his hips bucking forward. His hand becomes a blur, his grip tightening as he races towards orgasm. With a final, desperate stroke, he lets out a soft moan, his body convulsing as he showers himself in hot, sticky cum, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.