I can not believe the old music dad listens to. It is just a bunch of old farts singing about who knows what?! We were going to spend the afternoon together so I could go shoppping but he lied and needed to buy Eagles tickets. Dad’s job doesn’t pay him that much so he didn’t have enough for the large built black ticket scalper. My eyes lit up the moment I saw him and offered up my nectar-filled snatch so dad could see that show. Dad had to sit by as thug weenie made its way down my throat and even spent some time slapping my bulky love melons. Dad was dry heaving as that large black knob made its way past my puffy cookie lips and deep into my birth canal. I was in heaven as being stuffed full of big black dong has always been a favorite thing of mine to do( That and spending daddy’s money.)His gigantic nutsack kept slapping against my white ass and I got on my knees to wlecome his tidal wave of black cream. Dad got his tickets and I got my daily dose of thug weenie.