‘You want one or two?’ Trevor shouted, leaning heavily against the Riveras’ fridge. ‘What do you think?’ Andrew replied. ‘I’ll bring three,’ Trevor chuckled and snatched up half a dozen beers. After stumbling back to the cabin in the evening gloom they had decided to raid the cabin’s fridge, which was fortunately stocked with plenty of booze. Staggering back into the lounge, Trevor dumped his haul onto the coffee table
Kneeling on his own bed, suspended by the ropes expertly tied around the light above his head, manhandled without remorse by the vice grip of the dark-haired woman behind him, Frank finally learned the lesson he should have heeded long ago. Unfortunately for him, the realisation was far too little, far too late. He whimpered as the woman mercilessly hammered into him. He couldn’t take it anymore – he couldn’t
Emilia – or rather Em, as she now went by – allowed herself a soft chuckle as the man whimpered on the end of her strap-on. He was built like a god but for all his power and muscle he looked simply pathetic with his thick arms tied behind his back, his face hidden beneath a leather hood and underneath, she knew, his heavy dick stuffed into a tiny chastity
The brief pause Annabelle took and the little gasp that escaped her lips only had her master tug harder on the chain connected to her nipple clamps. They pulled her swollen breasts just that little bit higher and eked a little more pain across each, fanning out from her nipples like cracks spreading from a chip in glass. ‘Don’t stop,’ he ordered evenly, ‘don’t pause, don’t break the tune and
‘You know I never really believed the rumours about you, not entirely. I mean I know all the guys said you could throat a dick like a real slut, but come on, they were all dumb jocks. It’s not like they haven’t exaggerated things before.’ His satisfied smirk grew and he cocked his head to one side, admiring her pretty face. ‘But damn if I wasn’t wrong. You could be
Head hung low, shoulders hunched, Carter marched home through the chilly, misty night largely ignoring the city around him. In fairness, there was little to notice: a few late commuters, the occasional car passing by kicking up spray from the wet road, and the odd flicker from one of the countless neon signs hanging overhead or dangling in shop windows dictating that near enough everywhere was closed for the night.
His eyes rolling back in his head, his body tensing suddenly and his fingers gripping the sheets with white-knuckled ferocity, Lincoln once again thanked his past self for taking the steps of revenge all those years ago. He had spent enough nights in dark rooms with other gay men to know what a good blowjob was, and after months of practice his secret lover was hands down the best cocksucker
‘Gentlemen, allow me to show you lot forty-three of the night.’ A low murmur of admiration rippled around the room as the boy entered wearing only a mesh jockstrap and a black bowtie. He carried a tray of drinks with him, which he politely passed out to the gathered gentlemen who licked their lips hungrily as they ogled his tight ass and small figure. The auctioneer stood beside the door
After the outbreak had died down, only surviving in a few isolated pockets, attentions shifted. No longer concerned over avoiding the disease or isolating in attempts to curb the spread, vast swathes of society came to focus on the harm done by the selfish and greedy in the recent times of need. For the first time in what felt like decades, almost every bracket of society alike had found a
God this was so fucking hot. Not only was Sam laid out on the bed with his head between the legs of a fit, dominant man, but he was going down on his date to the soundtrack of Adam being fucked hard on the opposite side of the room. It was a situation he had only ever imagined in his fantasies, yet now here they were living it for real,
