Correrse En La Boca Novels & Stories

Rune purring happily as we move to suck our mate. ‘Mmm… mate tastes yummy’ purrs Rune. Delight etched along his voice as our tongue continued to explore. Our mouth hungrily devouring his cock inch by inch until the tip of his cock touches my throat. Zak quick to grab my hair as he forces himself the rest of the way in. His cock fully submerged within my mouth as I try not to gag.

He stares down at me, horror flashing across his face. I open my mouth to speak, but before I can— "Run." The voice in my head commands it, and my body obeys. I don’t want to run, but I do. Faster than I ever have before.

Beneath her lips, his Adam’s apple bobbed restlessly He slammed her against the corridor wall and growled, “Fuck, piccola. I want to fuck you in every single corner of this house. I want to paint these walls with your screams when I cum deep inside you.”

stuffing his hands in his sweatpants pockets he tilted his head to her trembling frame. "Run mio veleno run!" ____________________________________ Next will be updated on Wed hopefully, don't forget to like and comment. Till the next adios

Luciano My fingers fisted in the ginger curls as I shoved my cock into the pepper-red-painted, pretty mouth. “That's it. Open your mouth and take it. All of it.” “Yes, daddy,” she blobbed around my throbbing cock. “Give me more. Mmm, yes.”

“Suck it, Caspian. Make me cum down your throat.” The command rolled over me like fire. My heart pounded, my mouth watered, and I leaned forward, letting his cock into my mouth and with a crawl.

I gasp for air and hold my nose which has started bleeding. I need to do better. Translations: Amo il tuo pene- I love your penis Cagna- bitch

Shе felt hiѕ сосk tickling the еntrаnсе tо her thrоаt. "Uѕе your tоnguе tо рlеаѕurе mе. The quiсkеr I cum, the quiсkеr уоu gеt to соnѕidеr уоur сirсumѕtаnсеѕ."He says....

Shе рulls bасk tо his hеаd аѕ he соntіnuеs сummіng, ѕhооtіng his ѕреnd оntо hеr tоnguе. Thе сlіmаx ѕееms аlmоѕt еndlеѕѕ fоr him, аnd rоре аftеr rоре јіzz kеeps ѕреwіng оut, соmрlеtеlу соаtіng thе іnѕіdе оf Selena’ѕ mоuth. Shе trіеs tо kеер uр аnd ѕwаllоw еvеrуthіng, but а fеw ѕtrаndѕ ѕеер оut оntо hеr сhіn.

*Soy fuego* (I am fire). The words echoed in my skull, not mine, not Marisol’s—a chorus of voices, generations deep. Behind us, the crow let out a rasping cry, wings snapping as it took flight. Dragon’s grip tightened on the handlebars. “No mires atrás, princesa (Don’t look back, princess),” he warned, but I did.