Novel & Cerita Castration Porn Story

The girl is a porn star, taking all of us multiple times. “I could, but why would I when I have five studs who can carry me instead? I’m so sore, but can’t even complain,” Carley whines with a smile and then a yawn. I bit my retort of telling her I’m a gelding and not a stud. Though, I’m not sure how well she will take me having a vasectomy at eighteen, so I wouldn’t spread my corrupted seed. I couldn’t do that to a child. “Just so we all know. We aren’t allowed near her pussy for at least 24 hours,” Weston sniggers.

I'm coming to get you, to hold you, to Fuck you until you will get pregnant with my babies then you will never leave me. I will leave every drop of my hot seeds inside your Womb. Aah! To make you pregnant with my babies. Aah ! Pashika huh ! Hhhh hhh ! End Of POV:- Evil grins appeared on his face. The unknown man was masturbating himself while thinking about Pashika and her beautiful body. That man released himself in his own hands. …. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

“Gonna feel so good around my cock.” I was still trembling when he stood up and shoved his sweatpants down. His cock sprang free — thick, long, veined. It was bigger than I expected. He stroked himself once, staring down at me with dark eyes. “Are you sure you want this?” I nodded, spreading my legs wider, pussy still pulsing from his mouth. “Yes. Please.” Raymond climbed over me, rubbing that fat cockhead up and down my soaked folds, teasing my entrance. He pushed in just the tip…stretching me open but then his phone started ringing loudly on the table.

Jax followed seconds later, pumping my womb full until it overflowed and leaked down my thighs in creamy rivers. They pulled out slowly, leaving my holes gaping and ruined. I pushed like the trained p**n whore I was, showing the camera my prolapsed asshole and the cum farting out of my stretched cunt. “Look what you do to me, Victor,” I whispered breathlessly, still lost in the fantasy. “This should be your cum dripping from your stepdaughter’s filthy holes.” Tony lowered the camera, grinning. “Jesus, Lila. That was some of your hottest shit yet. The boss is gonna love this one—taboo stepdad stuff is trending like crazy.”

It instantly twitched and started to grow, with muffled moans coming from the other side of the wall. I slowly bobbed my head up and down his shaft increasing the speed trying to get him to cum as quickly as I could. I could feel him tensing his body trying to hold back So taking as much of him in my mouth as I could I cupped his balls and gently massaged them until he shot his load. Before I could think my natural reactions kicked in and I swallowed it all. Before he could take his dick out I shot up, ran over to the desk took a shot of vodka, and ate as many mints as I could. I won’t say that I enjoyed doing it but I didn’t hate it either. There was something exciting about it that I could

Slower this time, grinding deep, making me feel every inch. “Say it again,” he demanded, reaching around to stroke me. “I’m yours, Vincenzo. Your hole. Your captive. Please don’t stop.” Round three he flipped me on my back, legs over his shoulders, staring into my eyes as he bred me again. I came hands-free, shooting across my chest while my hole milked him dry. He followed with a deep groan, pumping another load into me. We went four rounds total. By the end I was a shaking, cum-soaked mess, leaking everywhere, completely wrecked in his arms. He held me close, one big hand stroking my back almost tenderly.

The wet, slapping sound of our skin meeting filled the quiet room, drowned out only by my frantic moans. I came quickly, the pleasure too intense to hold back, but Cassian wasn't done. He made us go two more rounds, shifting my body into different positions until I felt like a well-used toy. By the time he finally pulled out and collapsed beside me, I felt like my bones had turned to jelly. “Perhaps you should consider getting casterated,” I said as I tried to catch my breath. “Perhaps not,” he chuckled like anything was funny about being folded like laundry first thing in the morning.

asshole did not close completely but only narrowed the gape gasping like a fish thrown out of water. Obviously the owner loved it very much and often engaged it with all kinds of plugs, vibrators, speculums, carrots, bananas (just like the notorious nuns in the joke), long cucumbers, broomsticks, bottles and other elongated objects. This guy is a genuine long-time fisting expert. He posts his photos on foreign pornographic websites.

Cass had by now fished out my cock and stroked it slowly as I looked at the pictures. "These are so well made. That looks so realistic. What is that?" I asked, looking at the facial picture. "It's just soap," Cass answered in a low voice. I then turned my eyes to the caption. Reading it almost made me cum right away. My cock pulsed hard to the rhythm of her agonizing slow strokes. The caption: "Something you will never get to do!" in Cass' cute handwriting no less. I wanted to take my cock from Cass and jerk it like no tomorrow. Seeing these photos and not being able to bust to them was pure torture. Cassandra looked so delicious in all of them.