Buah Zakar Turun Sebelah Mga Nobela at Kwento

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 leave 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.

Zipper. He pushed his jeans and boxers down in one go. His cock. Jesus. It sprang free—thick, long, darker than the rest of him, curving slightly upward. Veins ridged along the shaft, the head broad and flushed, already leaking a bead of pre-cum. Bigger than mine. Much bigger. It hung heavy even hard, bobbing as he stepped out of his clothes. Zara sat up, her eyes hungry. She reached for it, wrapped her hand around the base—fingers not quite meeting the monstrous length. Stroked once, slowly.

And unmistakably male. Alexander's cock was rock-hard beneath his shorts, the impressive length of it pushing against the fabric. My body responded instantly, a rush of heat flooding between my legs.

I was still very dizzy and subconscious because of the excessive drink we had at the bar. We both parted lips, his hands going down his blue pants as he unbuckled his belt, throwing it on the floor as the belt coiled into a ball. He caressed his cock beneath his boxers, a smirk crawling on his lips as his gaze went from mine to this cock that was already throbbing beneath his boxers. With a full force, he took off his boxers releasing his uncut and extremely big cock.

There, he saw a penis and a set of testicles hanging within my thighs. He put down the sake bottle and moved closer to me. “You have something between your thighs… It looks big and red… like a swollen penis...” he said as he stared at my crotch. Driven by curiosity, he gently picked my penis up by the glans and lifted it. He frowned and blinked his eyes as he tried to take a closer look under it. “And look… There is something hanging underneath… It looks like a scrotum...” he then put his index finger on his lower lip as he asked, “How weird… You have a penis… and a scrotum hanging between your legs...”

She kept her back straight and her hands resting on her thighs, waiting for his next command. He walked in front of her. He was so close she could see the fine texture of his expensive trousers. He undid his belt. The leather made a soft, creaking sound as he pulled it through the loops. He unbuttoned his waistband and unzipped his fly. He reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock. It was already hard. It was long and thick, with a prominent vein running along the underside. The head was a darker color and already glistening with a drop of clear fluid. It was intimidating.

My mouth ran dry at that thought and I blinked multiple times to get back on track. His hands found the fly of his jeans and he locked gaze with mine as he unzipped the trousers. He started to pull down from the waistband and soon, he was left in his boxers. I could see the bulge—goddamnit—they had my eyes widening. My eyes probably went wider when he pulled them down to reveal the long, fat cock he was concealing underneath.

I would rather be here, on my knees for him, than let that image haunt me. Slowly, I went on my knees. His fingers moved to his belt, unbuckling it with a sharp metallic clink that echoed in the silent room. The zipper of his fly came down slowly. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and shoved them down just enough. His cock sprang free—thick, veined, and already half-hard, yet so impossibly large it stole the breath from my lungs. I had forgotten just how massive he was.

He spouted out his reply before he gave it any thought. “Well I can prove it. Do you want to see?” he rolled over and quickly stood up. Still without thinking he jerked open his belt, whipped down the zipper, and shoved the jeans down his legs. Karen sat stunned. It had all happened so fast, she was unable to speak. Hooking his thumbs in his jockeys, he thrust them down. His massive cock sprang up and stood quivering between them. Eight inches plus of red shaft and purple head with rigid cords running its length. He stepped toward her, stopping with his cock wavering back and forth only inches from her face. “There,” he said. “See, I told you.”

I nodded, and he continued, “Now turn around, spread your legs at least 3 feet apart and bend down over the railing.” I turned and did exactly as he asked, resting my chest on the balcony railing, as I bent 90 degrees, stretching my ass out in front of him and spread my legs out, giving him a clear and full view of my soaked p*ssy. I heard movement coming from behind me and I turned my head to see what he was doing. He took off his shirt, then his trousers, revealing his monster sized d*ck, pink at the tip, with a bead of pre cum poking out from it.