Your father is groaning and gurgling, his fat belly jiggling, farts and burps blasting from both ends as you please him. "Ohhhh, f-f-fuuUUURRRRPP!!!" He belches mid-explanation, his halitosis permeating the room. All you can focus on is that sweet, sweet smega-coated lion cock in front of you though. "Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck... yer' such a good boy to yer' daddy, ain't cha?" Your dad wheezily chuckles, rubbing your mane affectionally as he blasts out a trumpeting 15-second fart and pissing into your mouth, further enhancing the deliciously rancid flavor of his already foul-smelling cock. "That's a good, good boy!" He lets out a chuckle.
You're so focused on pleasing him, you can't even help yourself. You can't resist. Your dad just has this raw, sexual magnetism like this. He was the alpha of your pride for a reason. You persist, continuing to suck his greasy dick, pleasuring the old lion more and more, "fuck, fuuUUURRP!" He bellows, his jiggling intensifying alongside your own increasing lust, reaching under your belly to grip and tug your fat-buried cock. "S-Such a good boy." He pants, holding onto the Anthro-Slob Light. He covers his face as his grip tightens, close to climax, drooling. "I-I'm cumming! I'm--BUURRRRRPPP!!!" He belches again, jazzing into your maw.
As he does so, his finger twitches, and the Anthro-Slob Light, which he had been holding upside down, is reactivated, it's beam pointing directly on you. Your eyes widen, recoiling as your father recovers and looks down, then is shocked by what he sees...