I went over to Mr. Samuels’ house knowing something might happen. But when I saw him on the patio sitting in the chaise lounge in nothing at all, I started to get nervous. His cock was huge. Handsome and tasty and all, but huuuuge. Mr. Samuels, sensing my hesitation, coaxed me into his lap. “Don’t mind this ol’ thing,” he whispered, kissing down my back as I stared at the huge erect member that now saluted us between my legs. “He won’t do anything you won’t want him to. He’s here to make you feel like a baby boy. Like my baby boy. Is that all right with you?”
His whiskers stung my soft skin. The touch of his lips was making my eyes roll back in my head. “That—that’s all right,” I breathed. He turned my head towards him and we kissed for what seemed like five minutes. When I stopped he was staring at me with a look that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a lion eyeing a zebra.
"Now let’s let daddy make you my baby," he growled, bunching me up into his arms.