I've always thought that Daniel was somewhat cute, but I've just never liked him. He just looks like a little bitch. A little bitch that you just want to take advantage of while you're fucking the shit out of him. The one that you just want to make your sex slave.
He could hear him moan, imagine how he would be a massive pool of sweat, as he would push in, then when he could go no further, how he would twist his hips, making his cock jerk from side to side.
His lungs ached, and his cock was semi hard as the pain mixed with the pleasure. He could feel his body shake, feel his legs growing taut as they spread apart wider, to make the entry easier, to manage the hard thrusts that were now all he could think about.
A whaling siren, as a cop car sped toward us, brought me from my daydreams. My cock was painfully proud in my bell-bottoms, my hands gripping tightly upon Tex's solid sex. I brought my palms smartly around his waist, embarrassed flushes filling my cheeks.
The third and finally issue Logan faced was his father. He would move between anger and sadness when thinking about his dad. His mother would get angry if he mentioned or asked about him but Philip always showed sympathy.
Malcolm whimpered and thrashed his body about to shake off his captor, kicking out at the end and the sides of the bed to reach the body of this creature. His feet and knees met no resistance, and he realised that its body must be behind his head.
The couple told Jacob their names just as the elevator doors opened. Jacob quickly jumped in before the couple started arguing again. "How could Scott stand the two of them?" Jacob thought as he went to the top floor.
Cliff had just showered and a towel was fighting very hard to hold place around his hips and was about to lose the fight. I could tell from the bulge in front that he was interested in something. I couldn't remember that he'd shown any interest like this around me ever before.
The covers were pulled off me, and I felt cool ointment being applied to my ass. With his other hand, Lance was gently massaging my back. After a while, Lance stretched out behind me, my butt cupped into his belly. His left arm came around me and stroked my chest. He was naked.
The tea and hot sun sent me drifting off into a deep sleep. When I woke up we were at the docks. Pete was nowhere to be seen. After a while he came back and muttered something about "seeing to the paperwork". We drove into the bowels of the boat, one of the last lorries in, and the boat sailed almost immediately.
It was odd, but here he was, his own clothes already off and on the floor. Paul on the other hand was very methodical. His pants hung over the back of the chair, his shirt draped over the back as well, but spread open, so it wouldn't wrinkle.
James awoke to the pain covering the upper part of his body. Everything felt bruised and swollen. His mouth and neck ached from the breathing tube down his throat. He was unable to move his arms as they were covered in a cast. His legs though, his legs he could no longer feel.
He leaned forward, where his chest was on my back. He was still breathing hard; I felt his big cock start to go limp in me. He reached around and started to play with my nipples, rub my belly, he slowly worked his way to my cock and found it was almost hard again.
Least that was how Pat explained it, and now the game would start all over. He liked the idea of walking through the crowded mass of people, never knowing when Pat would suddenly be next to him. The way he would fend off others, their groping hands never quite making it to the promised land.
While the data was incomplete, what it showed was that Jeremy's expression of his "Other" trait was being inhibited/blocked by some means. As Travis romantically put it Jeremy was a butterfly trapped as a caterpillar.
Andreas hauled me up to where I was sitting on the side of the pool, my legs in the water, and he gave me a slow, expert, complete blow job. When he finished, I lay back on the cooking tiles, oblivious to the heat, and raised my arms across my face, blocking out the sun, completely enjoying the moment.
James woke up disturbed, something was wrong in the house. The kids were up but they were all stressed out and Logan was here. James soothed Devon into a deeper sleep, put in a bath robe and made his way to his bedroom. The room was dark but James could see his eyes by a desk chair.
Then, holding the gun in front of him with trembling hand, he tentatively moved out of the room. He instinctively moved from one well-lit spot to the next, not even consciously knowing why, just knowing somehow that that was an important thing for him to do.
Scott was informed that the boss had finally returned and that he wanted to meet him and his fellow interns. Chuck told him he left his outfit on the bed but when Scott went to get dressed all he found was a black jock strap.
After parking the car, James sent out a signal to the kids to go to their rooms. While Devon knew that the kids knew, James didn't wasn't to add any more worries to the man. James took him upstairs and led him to Will's old room.
After he was finished, he pointed to a bathroom with a shower between the kitchen and his workout room. When I emerged, all clean again, he was laying face up on his massage table. I gave him a massage, both front and back, and he toyed with my cock whenever he could get to it.
I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. Hard, pounding Daytons shake the house with each step. I expect to hear more but it seems that only one person has entered the basement. It is the man I had been staring at.
Maybe it was time he tried a different approach and see Dr. Gannon. There were still rumors that Dr. Travis Gannon was his dad's real father. His dad also always acted guilty whenever Dr. Gannon would ask for something.
Standing outside, he breathed in deeply. The air was scented by the various flowers in the garden of the Opera House, and it was relaxing. Tyler could feel his muscles relaxing, his body no longer feeling like it was on display as he sipped at his own glass of wine.
David held Josh in his arms, as the two lay naked in bed wishing that it were three. David knew that he was special, that all three of them were special. It had been what he believed attracted them to each other.
His cum was sweet, not much salt to its wonderful taste. He would take all he could, drink it all, barely letting any drip out from the corner's of his mouth. It was totally satisfying, and when it was over, he would lay next to Justin.
One afternoon I left him at the cabin and drove down into the little town in the foothills to buy groceries. I was hauling them to the car when I noticed a young, lean cowboy, decked out in flannel shirt unbuttoned to half way down his chest, tight weathered jeans, leather cowboy boots, and a black cowboy hat.
This guy was so fucking hot. He was beyond hot; he was gorgeous. I always wanted to know how it felt to feel his big, squishy ass against me as I fucked him or as he'd grind himself closely against me. His name is Emmanuel.
After being told that he was to be one of the ten interns to serve the CEO, Scott was also told that Hal Steward would be gone for the first year and that until he returned, there wouldn't be too much for him to do.
The detective gave me the date of the planned raid, and I rented a cabin in the mountains for the summer and moved Doug there, not wanting to be in town when Donatien's operation came down.
He entered the top floorboard room where the heads of the clans sat around the circular table. Some seem pleased to see him others though were less then happy. The balance of power between the clans was at risk.
When I finished, had showered and cleaned the makeup off my face, and was dressed, Samir was waiting at the door to drive me home. He hadn't bothered to put his shirt and codpiece back on. He was coldly polite.
Staring down at Len, at the way his lips were pouting, his nostrils flaring as he waited, he didn't give a rat's ass if Len's cock was 10 inches or 5 inches. He loved how it felt, how it tasted, and the grin on his face grew wider as he turned away, to stare at the bottles on his night table.
The man Jacob was brought to had a totally disheveled look. A smell of sweat and urine penetrated the air around him. His skin was blotchy while his eyes look red and infected. The nails of his hands were dirty and chewed upon. His whole body seemed to be shaking and there was a aura of nervous tension.