'Fraid so, Simon. The dull anal pain was apparent at this mornings offloading. A quick wipe then a firm C&P pushed the the painful Harry Style back into the putrid stinking sphincter as the blood rushed into my veiny weighty shaft, one finger became two, two became three and before I know it, I'm sucking my own cock as I furiously fist my arse before releasing a salty load into my own mouth. The kids didn't know where to look.
Should've ordered that Squatty Potty thing I posted last week. Does wonders for the old Dukes, allegedly.