Quarterback Cazzo Summary

She groaned lewdly as she felt his fingertips brush up against the puckered ring of her ass, teasing the tender hole with a small, circling rhythm. The hand pulled away for a moment, and when it returned the digit was covered in something warm and wet. Saliva, she figured. Her body tensed up as she felt the finger pushing up against the opening, wiggling back and forth as it sought to penetrate the virgin hole. Zaelith had always enjoyed the feeling of a thick cock pounding her from behind, stretching her ass and filling her bowels with a hot load of cum, but this woman had obviously never tried it. Her body was instinctively clenching up, trying to push out the invading finger and turning it into an almost painful experience. Well, if Zaelith had anything to say about it this body would be a perfect fucktoy by the end of the night, ready and willing to accomodate a man in any

The feeling was so completely overwhelming, having both holes filled with the two thick cocks that she could barely move. She began to slowly rock her pelvis, and taking their cue from her, the men began to pump in and out of her.

Johnson quickly blew as he noticed the hairs remain in place, then he tongue-darted Drew’s exposed hole.

When Tom lowered his gaze and mumbled, “Yes, Ma’am,” in a submissive tone, Booker’s grin broadened. He had indulged in many sexual fantasies about Tom, and his favorite was the dom/sub role play. But now that he had witnessed Tom’s compliance, he knew the fantasy would be even more realistic than before. At that precise moment he could picture Tom handcuffed to the bed, his naked body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement, his expression desperate to please, and for the third time that morning, his cock hardened. He quickly realized he was heading towards dangerous territory and shifting his gaze, he stared at the admin officer’s beak-like nose. It was the remedy he needed and within seconds, his budding erection wilted. A

He pressed in, hands gripping his brother's hips tightly as he thrust flush against him. All the way as he came harder than he had in a very long time. Mephisto's eyes closed tightly, groaning lowly, it seemed to last forever and yet, not near long enough. He wondered, mouth twisting into a cruel smirk in sick delight, if he had come enough to pudge his brother's stomach. It was a silly thought, but it certainly felt like enough. Wether or not his stomach had been or not didn't matter though because pulling out slowly and watching his cum spill out was more than enough. And spill it did, Mephisto watching with lustful eyes as it did, creating such a beautiful contrast against the red of his blood and abused skin. As his breathing slowed he lowered his hand, smearing his fingers in the mess before reached forward, fingers now shoving his way into the younger demons mouth, forcing him to taste it, no caring in the slightest if he was so close to passing

The soft words were enough to harden Booker’s cock, and grabbing Tom by the hand, he pulled him into the bedroom. He watched with growing arousal as Tom removed his boxers and lay on the bed. As he quickly undressed, he could feel two dark, soulful eyes watching his every move, and a shiver of excitement brought goose bumps to his flesh. However, he knew he needed to be patient and let Tom set the pace. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten him by coming on too strong.

Now with the rhythmic thrust of Seacroft’s raw cock banging Mick’s hole, his older brother began assaulting Seacroft’s own asshole. At first, Bryan wailed until his own ass took over with longing desire.

A slap in the face, a smart-ass retort, a fake nonchalant smile, or even a hint of fear, and tremor in her limbs or voice. Pete Norris had expected one of those, or a combination of all, after he'd gripped the woman's throat, and the feeling of her hand uselessly swatting at his own, displaying his superior strength as he slowly increased the pressure, brought forth the beginnings of an erection. The one reaction he didn't expect was a kiss, and the murderer's eyes widened, not in shock, but utter confusion, when Analise Helm, released from his grip, pressed the soft swell of her breasts to his chest, and mashed her mouth against his. Instinctively, he raised his arm to her hip to push her away and regain control, but before he knew it, the kiss was over, and all he was left with as she walked out the door, was the taste of her lipstick, and lingering sensation of her tongue against his.

A low moan sounded from above, and heartened by the response, he swirled his tongue over the tip. A burst of pre-cum bubbled over his taste buds, the mild, saliferous flavor unlike anything he’d experienced before. He grimaced as the unfamiliar taste danced over his tongue, but he soon realized it wasn’t unpleasant and he found his confidence growing. Maybe giving head wouldn’t be as bad as he first thought.

Father O'Malley sensed the heat between them as he began deeply breathing. He loosed his collar and began unbuttoning his shirt exposing his moderately hairy porcelain white chest. Father O'Malley joined Sullivan in unzipping his pants and having his cock spring liberated from his confining tighty-whities.

Jayden heard a familiar sound of spit lubing a cockshaft, then the sensation of his ass cheeks being spread open. Jayden’s cock oozed precum as he felt Jr’s cockhead push into his shaved asshole. Jayden’s ass lips swallowed the Greek cock without hesitation as their bodies met in a rhythmic thrust, skin-slapping-against-skin session.

With Riccio’s admission of wanting Philip’s cock, Reardon started gyrating his wedged cockshaft between Riccio’s deep butt crevice. All the while, Philip’s cock lips started oozing his baby batter.

His arousal was evidenced by the precum that dripped off his tip, and the veins of the shaft that throbbed between his fingers as he stroked it; no shame nor remorse evident on the Father's features, for his actions, or revelation of his privates, nor the slighest hint of sympathy, as he impassively watched her undress. His gaze moved down her body, neither

David’s warm hand slid down between them both and cupped Billy’s hard on. Billy gasped in pleasure and pushed lightly against David’s palm. David bent down and licked Billy’s bottom lip and smiled as he felt Billy’s hips lift up in an attempt to grind him, but David was going to make the night last.

I grabbed the door for him, as he carried the girl's drinks to them. Jenny and Aida were sprawled on opposite sides of the tub—arms spread, hands holding onto the edge behind them. Their breasts floated buoyantly just above the rolling water, a beautiful sight for our eyes to drink in. It was a smaller tub, four people would be a tight fit, but that was perfect for what we had planned for the evening. Keith entered the foaming water and handed both women their drinks. He was standing on the last step, his cock stuck straight out, a few inches above the water. He lingered for a moment giving the girls a chance to admire his manhood, which they both did. If I had any