bezamestazona:٩(̾●̮̮̃̾•̃̾)۶ (¯`·.¸¸.-> ❤ & Reblog <-.¸¸.·´¯)٩(̾●̮̮̃̾•̃̾)۶.,ooOOOoo,. ♥‿
bezamestazona:٩(̾●̮̮̃̾•̃̾)۶ (¯`·.¸¸.-> ❤ & Reblog <-.¸¸.·´¯)٩(̾●̮̮̃̾•̃̾)۶ .,ooOOOoo,. ♥‿♥ .,ooOOOoo,. Oh god oh God oh GOD FUCK!His tongue worked its way into me. A slick sloppy thick drooling tongue. His full lips latched onto my fluttering hole. His nose ground between my fat jock cheeks. He gripped my hips tight. His fingers digging into the flesh on my hips. It hurt a little how tight he gripped me but it hurt so good.He was huffing and puffing, slurping, grunting, snorting like a pig. His eyes fluttering as he tongue punched my hole again and again, dug his way in, swirled his tongue around then slipped it out to slap that tongue muscle around my jock hole. He spat on it then dug in again.“Hnnfffuck dis is one dasty puthy.” He grumbled. His words slurred, sounding drunk. But I knew what he was saying. (Ohfuck this is one tasty pussy.)Slap! He smacked my ass. I gasped, shivered. He loves that response. Slap SLAP! He slaps my ass again, twice. Once on each cheek.“B… Bro.. Maybe.. Maybe we shouldn’t… Do this…” I tried to argue. Again. My body craved this pleasure. But my mind fought against it.He pulled away and groped my ass. “Why? Why shouldn’t we?” He growled at me. He sat up. His cock jutted out nine inches from his crotch of dark hair. Uncut. Throbbing. Veiny. The thing looked fat and the tip drooled precum in messy slimy strings.“I.. I’m not… I’m not gay, bro…” I whined. I wanted this not to go where I feared this was going. My body felt too good. But, I wasn’t queer. I wasn’t into men.“So the fuck what? I am. Don’t worry… You’ll love it… You know how many straight guys I broke into panting cock starved faggots for me…? How many jocks are under my thumb? Heh…”He was joking… Right?Apparently, he read the disbelief on my face. “Heh. Ok. You know Rory? The wrestling team Captain?” He purred at me. He licked his chops as if he were growing starved remembering. Of course, I know Rory. He’s the guy that got me into the team. He was an arrogant and loudmouthed jock. He was always seen with a hot cheerleader on his arm, smacking the girls on the ass when they walked by and wink and all they did was giggle and smile and blush and wave as they walked away. He bragged a lot about fucking the hottest bitches in school.“He’s my little flexing muscle slut now…” He whispered into my ear as if he were telling me a secret despite us being alone in the room.Holy shit, really? I looked back over my shoulder at him, he grinned with pride.“Hm, I made that little muscle bitch all mine last summer. A few drinks at a bar, some porn, a chance to beat off with his best bro, and an offer to suck his dick later and he’s panting and squealing as I eat his jock ass and finger fucking him until he busted two loads all over his stomach, some of the shots went as far as his chest and neck. Ooh I made him blow like Old Faithful. Ever since then I trained him in the art of being a proper jock muscle slut stud…Hm, I finally took his ass a month ago. He squealed and cried but never told me to stop. In fact, he told me to go deeper.” He ran his tongue across his lips.“F..fucking Hell, bro…” I moaned as he groped my ass, squeezed the thick cheeks and slapped them again, SMACK SMACK. “You said that you’ve got others…who else is there?”“Hehe, how about this… You be a good bitch…do as you’re told… and I’ll tell you each and every nasty detail on how I broke each and every single straight bro that I fuck on a weekly basis…. how’s that sound? Yeah? Good. For now, let me eat this sweet jock pussy deep, make you nut without once touching your dick. Let’s see how many times I can get you off before you’re begging me to pound this sweet ass to pieces…”Spoiler Alert, the answer was four times. He managed to tongue fuck four loads out of me before I finally broke and begged him to dig me out. Apparently, I lasted the longest out of all the straight boys he’s taken. I was proud of that. -- source link
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