Moving on from Patreon
Although we’re moving on from Patreon our fictional adventures will continue.
Read MoreAlthough we’re moving on from Patreon our fictional adventures will continue.
Read More“When I entered the changing room with the guys after a game the damp and musty smell of ball sweat was enough to have me thinking about Mistress Luna. I couldn’t count the number of times that smell has made me hard and I’ve had to hide my stiff meat in case any of the other lads saw it.”
Read More“The videos were in a playlist titled “99 Club”. That was what they called their little duo, both having nine inches to stroke. They’d had at least three meetings but I guessed there might have been many more they hadn’t filmed because they were months apart”
Read More“If you’ve obeyed me as I command you to do, always, you should have a lot of cum in that pathetic cock of yours” she wagged the crop in the direction of my thick pink shame, another dribble of viscous sap flowing from the exposed spongy red head of my pole.
Read MoreBilly didn’t turn back to him but he could see the man’s hand rising and falling in his peripheral vision, his slow massaging of his experienced cock almost tempting him to stare and watch. He revealed another inch of his own dick from his underwear
Read More“I reached down and grabbed my cock, aiming it upward to where I thought the pussy hole should be. When his dick slowly thrust upward and back again I accidentally tried to cram my cock head into the same hole. Our boners met.”
Read More“He flipped it back over and shoved a finger into the ass “stick your finger in the pussy” he instructed. I smirked and slowly reached out, dipping my index finger between the lips of the vagina and feeling the long tunnel inside as I eased it in”
Read More“A large pink dick met my vision, thinner than mine but longer, meatier in many ways. He was hard, curved, his hood of pale foreskin slipping over the bulging end as he slowly massaged the mass of masculine flesh between the thumb and fingers of his right hand.”
Read More“His own desperate length dribbled some more at the thought, the juices collected in the folds of his foreskin as he slid his hand upward and drew it back down, the goo bathing his tip.”
Read MoreThe robe had slipped open a little more with his rhythmic movement, just enough to reveal the fleshy pink sack of Cline’s scrotum sagging in the heat between his hairy thighs, the skin wrinkled and leading down to large smoother orbs hanging low. The start of his tumescent meat rose up from the creased sack like a pink pipe in his hand.
Read MoreCline blushed a little, which was something he wasn’t used to. “Hey!” he barked “all that talk about pussy got me a little worked up, okay?” he didn’t like being shamed, it irritated him. “I already needed to jack it before all this shit happened so back off”
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