MasukThat was awesome. Fucking awesome.😎
“Again.” I cried. But Marcus stayed buried to the hilt for a long heartbeat, letting me feel every thick inch stretching my walls. My hole gripped him like it never wanted to let go, fluttering around the fat shaft, pulsing with the need that had been building for months. The burn from the stretch had turned into this deep, throbbing heat that spread through my whole body. I could feel his heartbeat inside me, strong and steady. He leaned down, kissed me slow and deep, tongue sliding against mine while he stayed perfectly still. I moaned into his mouth, my hips twitching, begging without words. Then he moved. He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, until just the fat head stretched my rim. My hole clung to him, trying to suck him back in. He pushed forward again, one long, deliberate glide, sinking deep until his balls pressed against my ass. I cried out, my back arching off the couch. “Fuck, Ansel,” he groaned. “So tight. Gripping me like a vice.” He set a rhythm—sl
Marcus’s tongue was hot and thick against my hole, pressing flat at first, then pointing, sliding right past the tight ring like he owned it. I gasped loud, my face buried in the couch cushion, ass pushed back shamelessly. Six months of nothing had left me so clenched that even his tongue felt huge, stretching me open in slow, wet circles. Every flick sent sparks up my spine. I was dripping pre-cum onto the leather, a steady puddle forming under me.He groaned into my skin, the vibration making me clench around nothing. “So fucking tight, Ansel. Like you’ve never been touched back here.”“I haven’t,” I whimpered. “Not since… not in months. Please don’t stop.”He didn’t. He spread my cheeks wider with both hands, his thumbs pulling me open, and dove deeper. His tongue fucked in and out, sloppy and hungry, spit running down my crack, coating my balls. I rocked back against his face, desperate for more, moaning like I was losing my mind. Lena’s soft gasps came from the armchair;
I walked through the front door of our apartment in Lagos feeling like my skin was too tight. Six months. Six long months since Roman left us that night in the hotel room, since the shouting, the slammed doors, and the cold silence that followed. Lena and I hadn’t touched each other since. Not once. My body remembered every second of what I had lost, and tonight it was screaming for release.Lena was waiting in the living room, her legs crossed on the leather couch, wearing that short silk robe I loved, the one that barely covered her thighs. She looked up from her phone, her eyes bright with something wicked.“You’re home early,” she said, voice soft but loaded.“Couldn’t focus at work.” I dropped my bag by the door and loosened my tie. “I kept thinking about… everything.”She stood up, her robe slipping open just enough to show the lace underneath. “I know. I can see it in you. You’re shaking.”I was. My hands trembled when I reached for her, but she caught them instead, pressing a
I pulled back carefully—almost all the way out—watching the way his rim clung to my shaft, reluctant to release me. Then I sank back in, one long, deliberate glide. He groaned, his head tipping back against the mat, throat gulping. “Again,” he breathed. I did it slower this time. Out. In. Out. In. Each stroke let me feel every ridge of him hugging me, every pulse of his walls. Oil and pre-cum made obscene wet sounds between us. My balls brushed his ass on every deep push. Sweat beaded on his abs, mixing with the slick trails already there. He reached up, grabbed the back of my neck, pulled me down until our foreheads touched. “Kiss me while you fuck your sister’s boyfriend.” Our mouths crashed together—messy, open, tongues sliding. I tasted salt and heat. His hand slid down to my ass, fingers digging in, urging me deeper. I rolled my hips, grinding instead of thrusting, stirring inside him until he whimpered into my mouth. “Harder now,” he muttered against my l
My own dick ached, trapped in my shorts, leaking so much the fabric clung uncomfortably.He caught my gaze and smirked. “Like what you are seeing?”I couldn’t answer. Just nodded.“Come back here,” he said, his voice low. “Let’s go back to the massage. Chest first. I’ll enjoy the rest later.”I crawled between his legs, my hands shaking as I poured fresh oil onto my palms. Started at his pecs—broad, firm, warm under my fingers. I kneaded in slow circles, thumbs brushing over his nipples. They hardened instantly, dark peaks tightening. He hissed softly when I pinched one, rolling it between thumb and forefinger.“Harder,” he muttered.I obeyed. Pinched, twisted lightly. His cock jerked against his stomach, leaving a wet smear. I leaned down without thinking, and took one nipple into my mouth. Sucked firmly, my tongue flicking the tip. He groaned deeply, his hand coming up to cup the back of my head, holding me there.“Other one,” he ordered. I switched, biting gently this time. H
Jide’s ass was right there, bare and glistening under the excess oil I’d poured. The dark cleft shone, muscles flexing slightly as he settled back down on the mat. I knelt between his spread legs, my heart hammering so loud I was sure he could hear it. My cock throbbed painfully against my shorts, the head already slick and pushing against the fabric.“Lower back still tight,” he said, his voice muffled against his folded arms. “But the glutes… yeah, focus there. They’re killing me too.”I swallowed hard. My hands hovered for a second before I placed them flat on his cheeks. Warm. Firm. I squeezed gently at first, testing, then harder—kneading the thick muscle like dough. Oil made my palms glide too easily; every slide felt obscene. I spread him open a little wider with each pass, thumbs tracing the inner curve, inching closer to the center.He let out a slow, satisfied groan. “That’s it. Right there.”I poured more oil straight down the crack. It ran in a thin stream, pooling at







