Bandit spent his morning with his daughters, being the best dad he could be for Father's Day.
But now that the night has rolled around...?
He's more focused on finding another guy and being their daddy for a few hours...!
Bandit huffs. His whole body is pent-up. Whatever this rut is -- this powerful and primal need -- it doesn't seem to have an end in sight! And he had so much housework and errands planned for today!
"Biscuits...!"
"Hah! That's a good one, mate. That's -- that's not something you can do. Or someone would want to, with this old dog, even if you could..."
"...right?"
Bandit spent a lot of time making Mother's Day special for Chili. Now she's off to visit her dad, with her sister and the kids.
So -- who wants to spend the next day, and night, making some time to appreciate the dog dad...?
"Mm...!"
Bandit huffs out deep. Tongue lolling from the corner of his muzzle. His cock now fully hard; smearing thick drops of pre against Tenn's tongue and lips. Grasping him snugly.
"Mmm -- j-just like that...!" he groans. Licking his lips.
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Even with the vices every Cooper partakes in - a pleasure-addict like Tennessee is still the most entertaining option.
Can't keep it in his pants to save his LIFE.
Purring in response, dragging himself back up towards the tip. Tongue along foreskin, kissing against glands.
"Mmm...!"
-- this is bliss to the Heeler. The sensation of that thick cock rutting his throat. The taste of his cum filling his muzzle. He swallows down. Lustful. Greedy. Eager for each and every drop, as he sucks throughout Bob's release. Not wanting any of him to go to waste.
-- on the contrary, Bandit speeds up. Eager for a breakfast of his own. Bopping more snd more around his throbbing cock, taking in every huff and growl above him, before pushing in deep and taking Bob fully into his muzzle.
-- intending to take each snd every drop from him.
It's certainly enticing -- Bandit's always had a soft spot for sweets -- but doesn't need it. The masculine scent. The taste of Bob's thick cock and pre on his tongue. His words in his ears. That's delicious enough, for him.
"Mmm..."
A muffled groan. Hilting him in his throat.
His ears twitch with the praise. Letting out a shaky, muffled groan around Bob. Sinking into him more, as he leans back; his muzzle now pressed tight and firm around him. Bopping faster and faster...
"Mmm...ngh...!" ๐ฉต
The dog dad shivers as he feels him fill his throat inch by inch. Giving a muffled nod, the most affirmation he can give, as he exhales from his nose. Sinking down then back up, again and again; the kitchen filling with the lewd sound of Bandit working over Bob's cock.
"S'more service, and all before I've finished my coffee. Happy t' help, handsome, but ya' better leave me a good review..."
He jokes, before nodding and sinking down to his knees. Wasting no time in starting to kiss and suck along his cock -- before taking him in his mouth.
"Mnmm..."
Bandit huffs. It's been a minute since-- and the dog dad is already dripping with pre along his lips. Gripping him snugly; chuckling low and grinning down to him.
"Seem t' like the scent as much as ya' like the taste..." he chuckles. Tail wagging back and forth.
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Fuck , juuuuuust how he likes it . . . ~
Not saying a word, resting his calloused hands against the other's knees. Nose pressed to bush, tail fluttering fast from the intoxicating heat of that thick down under scent.
Slobbering all over the base of that cock . ~
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Bandit loved helping to bring two kids into this world. He's a happy and proud father! Few things bring him more joy.
...that said. He wants to try for more -- but wants another guy to breed some pups into him this time instead...!