Buah Zakar Turun Sebelah Novels & Stories

He didn’t. He stood up without hesitation, hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his gym shorts, and shoved them down. They pooled at his ankles and he kicked them aside. Now he sat back down in nothing but tight black boxer briefs that clung to every inch of him. The thick, heavy shape of his dick was right there, already filling out the front, the outline clear as day, head pressing against the fabric like it wanted out. My mouth went dry. I could feel my clit throb once, hard, and more wetness leaked into my thong. Jesus, he was big. And half hard already just from this.

“Then be a good boy and undo my pants.” The words already there even as I move to retake my chair. Zak slowly moving to sit up. His eyes still on mine before turning towards that of my cock. My hard cock now pressed against my pants. My pants suddenly tight. And while I knew I had more important things to do the need to have Zak’s mouth around my cock far greater.

I noddеd again, еyеs fixеd on thе bulgе undеr his swеatpants. His hand slid into my hair. “Takе it out, baby,” hе whispеrеd. “It’s all yours.” My fingеrs shook as I pullеd his waistband down. And thеn I saw it. “Oh... my god.” Hе was hugе. Thick. Long. Hard. Vеins running down thе sidеs. Thе tip was alrеady lеaking, swollеn and rеd.

I swear I did not notice when he was zipping down my pants. He lets go of my dick and I watch in confusion as he unzips his trousers as well, releasing his dick. His dick bounces free and I bite down on my lips when he brings his dick to mine and our tips touch. Fuck, why does this look so dirty and sexy at the same time?

I only came to give you your keys, sir. My hands dropped from the wheel. I looked down. My cock was bulging against the fabric of my jeans like it was trying to claw its way out. Ten fucking inches of raging heat. Thick. Veined. Angry. The head swollen, fighting the seam of my pants with every heartbeat. It looked like a weapon trying to break its cage. A beast trying to be freed. And fuck, I needed it out. I didn’t think. I unbuckled my belt so hard the leather snapped. The zipper went down fast, teeth tearing open like they knew what was coming. I shoved my jeans and boxers down just enough, just low enough, and that’s when it happened.

I was just staring at him as he undresses in front of me as if he's doing a strip show. "Shit!" I cuss softly and was stunned when Zuck holds the waistband of his dark blue Calvin Klein brief and slowly take it off, I just swallow my saliva when I once again saw his almost fourteen inches dick. I'm still not used to his thickness and hugeness, the veiny lines around his huge dick are making me want him more. "I can't take my clothes off, Zuck," I said to Zuck, I can't take off my clothes because I'm lying down on the bed and I can't get up either because Zuck is standing in front of me and his massive legs are cornering my body.

He turned and shoved Zaren against the wood, hands fisting his shirt. Zaren started to speak but Sol dropped to his knees on the hardwood floor. His fingers worked fast—unbuckling the belt, yanking the zipper down. Zaren's thick cock sprang free, heavy and rock hard, the head already slick with precum. Sol wrapped his hand around the base. His fingers didn't meet. He stroked once, firm, feeling the rigid heat pulse in his grip. Zaren groaned low, hips jerking.

He suddenly started to groan and thrust his body forward. Looking down I could see a thick creamy substance shooting from his member up into the air until it fell to the clothes that littered the floor. He suddenly pulled us both close and began to squeeze us against his prodding member and we felt wetness covering our sides and abdomens as he continued to shoot the liquid from his body.

“Good. On your knees, baby.” I get off his lap at once and lower myself to my knees in front of him. My eyes are wide as I stare at the bulge in his pants. He raises himself off the bed for a second to pull the pants down, and holy fuck… His cock slaps against his stomach, long and unbelievably thick. The tip is reddened and leaking with pre-cum, with purple veins on the thick length.

I managed to remove the belt from the belt holes completely and threw the belt on the floor; it landed on the floor, the metal part connecting with the hardwood with a thud that echoed in the room. I moved on to his zipper next, undid it, and then I pulled down his pants down his thigh, heavy breaths left my mouth and I looked down to watch my hand frantically pulling down his pants. The next stop was his briefs. They were a black pair of Calvin Klein's ; the tight and light fabric did little to hide the prominent bulge of his obvious erection.