Buah Zakar Turun Sebelah Novels & Stories

He stood up without a word. The sound of his zipper and the rustle of fabric filled the room as he shoved his trousers down and kicked them toward the corner. When he turned back, his cock was already out, thick and angry-looking. It curved upward in a heavy arc, the shaft swollen so tight the skin looked stretched to the point of pain. Veins stood out along the length like ropes, pulsing visibly. The head was flushed a deep, almost bruised red, shiny with a steady leak of precum that dripped in a thin string toward the floor.

Tempomiss, a 24-year-old college student, was struggling with a peculiar problem that had been plaguing him for weeks. His penis, usually a source of pleasure, was now a constant source of discomfort. The problem was that it couldn't be kept in the air for too long without causing pain and irritation. He had consulted with his doctor, who had prescribed a cream and advised him to keep his penis at a lower level as much as possible. However, Tempomiss found the cream to be ineffective, and keeping his penis down was proving to be a challenge, especially during his daily activities.

Standing up, he unbuckled his belt, the clink was loud in the quiet room. His jeans dropped, boxers following, revealing his cock…thick, hard, veins standing out as it bobbed free. He stroked it once, eyes on me, then climbed back onto the bed, positioning between my thighs.

“Maybe we should get it out. Relieve some of this… pressure.” You fumble with your free hand, unbuckling his belt, then the button of his pants, then the zipper. With a swift tug his pants are down past his hips, and then gravity takes them the rest of the way to his ankles. You pull up his shirt, expecting to find his underwear bursting with his swollen meat, but not expecting to find his swollen, purple cockhead poking out the top, his snake-eye glistening with pre-cum, his frenulum stretched taut.

“Show it to me, do you want me to get angry?” “Of course not, your highness.” He took a deep breath and let his trousers fall, and my breath caught in my throat. His was truly long, and beautiful. His scrotal sack was full and firm, obviously never been used before. Veins ran down its length, and he was clenching his fist, fighting the urge to hide himself. I spread my legs wide, enjoying the view before me as I felt myself getting more wet. One was fat and huge, the other long and of a proper length.

As he poked and jostled around under the sink cabinet, his shorts kept riding up his thigh even further, and after a few minutes I could see a full 2 inches of his cock hanging below the hem of his shorts. I stood next to the counter as he checked out the leaking pipes, and when he had figured it out, he pulled his head from under the cabinet to tell me what the problem was. His eyes focused immediately under my dress, and onto my bare pussy lips between my slightly spread legs. He continued eyeing my crotch as he told me I had three different issues causing the leaks under the sink. As he explained the problem, I glanced over to his crotch and noticed that his shaft had grown and was now st

Kneeling between my legs on the bed he rose, lifting his face away from mine to a sitting positioner where he removed his braces. Under the flickering light of the fire I watched as he lowered his pants. Then he shuffled and his undergarments moved. In his hand he grasped his length. Just as I had seen in the pamphlets and drawings his was a rock hard shaft of flesh. It’s head shone with moisture as he started to pump it up and down.

A low, fierce growl vibrated violently in his chest, the sound echoing. Holding onto his broad, muscular shoulders for balance, I arched my back as he slid my trousers and lace underwear down over my hips. I kicked them off, letting them pool around my ankles. Zayn reached down to unzip his trousers, lifting his hips just enough to push his pants and boxers down to his thighs. The sheer size of him took my breath away. Guided by raw instinct, I aligned myself and slowly lowered my hips, sliding down onto his rigid length. He filled me completely, a thick, agonizingly perfect stretch that made my head roll back against the headrest.

Defined pectorials and perfect abs, with the V-shaped torso prominent, as I guessed earlier. Impatiently, I dropped lower until I sank to my knees, loosening his belt as I did so. I pulled his pants and boxers together in one swift movement. My eyes nearly fell out of their sockets as his erect cock came into view. I stiffled a gasp, and I could swear it seemed to grow larger the more I looked at it. Veins bulged at the sides, and I saw a drop of cum at the tip. I smiled slyly. So he was just as aroused as I was. A wave of arousal filled me as the musk of his member assaulted my nose.

My eyes widened in shock as he shoved his boxers down his muscular thighs. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, curving slightly upward. It was massive;longer and girthier than anything I’d ever imagined. Thick veins pulsed along the shaft, and the swollen head glistened with a bead of pre-cum in the dim moonlight slicing through the curtains.