Beef Cake Hunter Gay Porn Novels & Stories

Beam is a mess being lifted in the air with Archer enjoying rimming his puckering pinkish hole. "Fuck you Beam" Beam suddenly gasps when Archer drilled his warm tongue in his hole. "Arghh...fuck...so good" "Daddy prepare me quick, your sugar baby missed your dick so much. Baby wants to taste daddy's dick. I want your dick daddy, please" Beam panted seductively, he also grabbed the lube and threw it to Archer. "Beamm...ohh fuck why are you so sexy?" Archer mumbled softly before he positioned himself near Beam's face while he had Beam's hole and dick. He quickly prepares Beam's puckering hole while he is being pleasured by Beam's expert mouth.

Iesha's Pov I knelt down with the other girls my age in front of the famous Hunter Beckham, my gaze lowered as my body trembled at the thought of who he was going to pick. Sweat dripped from my head and I felt a little bit nauseated, however, any mistake in front of him could cost me my life. Hunter Beckham was a well known Vampire Mafia. I had never seen him but I heard how horrible of a man he was. I heard he had no respect for women and would stop at nothing to destroy anyone standing against the empire handed over to him by his father.

I shouted. Just as I was panicking, a high-pitched female voice came from the bedroom. "Are you looking for her?" I turned, and the hunter and his wife were standing at the door. They are disheveled and carry the smell and mark of s.ex. The hunter was not as honest as he looked in the day. His face was dark, his eyes malicious, and he held a bloody stick in his hand. His wife, half-naked, looked like a scheming prostitute.

Warning: R18+ CHAPTER 36: DISTURBING FACTS " Hmm, ughh-hh so yummy. Sh*t Ughhh." The ugly old man moaned as he's manhood entering the b*dy of the lif*less teen*ger, a woman. This is how this old man tort*res anyone, even an animal. It's worse. "He's really the Beast. I am now standing here by the door while watching him, I can also hear the cries of those in the other room who have been victimized by him.

said Kyra. Kyra walked quickly, and Cael followed her. Cael spoke again before finally leaving the building. “Ordinary eyes can’t see what’s written there. You don’t have to work anymore when you accept my offer. See you!” Cael said until he was out of Damon’s sight. Damon looked at the card he was holding. There is a big letter A written there, and it is gold-colored. Below, the card’s name is a number. Teen Hunters - 836 4837.

“Yeah, I’ll let them know we will be here until the stolen property is returned and to set up camp for the Berserkers.” “You and your team are more than welcome in our guest house.” “We are comfortable in our current accommodations. Thank you for the offer, though.” I left the room, and he followed, grabbing my good hand. I turned to face him, “Yes.” “Would you have dinner with me?” “Like a date?” I asked, confused. “Yes.” “It is not allowed. You are our client.” I stated and added, “Don’t werewolves have mates?” “They do, but some choose their own. I like you a lot, Nerine. You could do a lot of good here.”

~Becca Marek kept pounding into me, his body heat the only thing keeping me warm in the freezing basement. Every thrust felt like he was trying to reach my heart through my pussy. "Do you like this big Czech cock, Becca?" he grunted, his breath smelling of garlic and tobacco. "Tell me how it feels to have a real man filling your little writer's hole." I was crying now, the tears blurring my vision as my forehead rubbed raw against the wooden wall. The shame and the intense, dirty pleasure were mixing into something I couldn't control. My body was on fire.

I cried for ecstasy as I felt myself squirt again. Since I came back into the place this was the best sex I've ever recorded with Hunter. "Oh, yeah. Baby, I wanna cum. Oh…oh…yeah…bang me hard with that ass baby. C'mon. Yes, yes…ah…" Hunter moaned and in no time he withdrew from me and cumed on the floor. "Ah…yes." I was so satisfied and we both lay in each other's arms. "Do you feel today will go on well with our kids doing their third birthday today?"

“This is good, isn’t it?” “Mmm–mm…,” Hunter slurped deliciously, his lips sucking eagerly, “so sweet… isn’t it?” Heat ran up my nape. My lips parted slightly. I could almost taste the cake rolling and churning in my mouth, along my tongue. Vale forked another piece. “It’s so soft and moist… .” “So soft,” his tongue wriggled between my walls, stroking and digging, “so moist, tiger…” I closed my eyes and pushed the plate away, clenching my fists to steady the blood rush and rapid thudding.

My stomach tightened, but I didn’t answer. “You’re falling for him,” she said, stepping closer. Her voice was low and incredulous, like she couldn’t decide whether to laugh or scream. “A half-human, half-beast boy? God, Silas, you’re even more stupid than I thought.” I turned away, reaching for the door, but her next words stopped me cold. “Does he know who you really are?” I froze, my hand hovering over the knob. “Does he know who your father was? What your family did?” she continued, her tone quieter but no less dangerous. “Does he know you’re the son of a hunter? The son of a man who slaughtered his kind without blinking an eye?”