Hombre Chupando Pechos Novels & Stories

Her smooth, hairless pussy lips stretched obscenely around his thick shaft. The hunk grabbed the youth’s thin waist, his crotch pushing up deeper while he ate like a hungry wolf at the large breasts that the girl kept feeding to his mouth. The girl wrapped her arms around the man’s thick neck, her obscene body kept squirming. Her head craned back in intoxication as she uttered uncontrollable licentious moans. The hunk squeezed her massive tits into flat circles and various other shapes. White flesh spilled out from between his strong fingers as he played with and kneaded them roughly while still sucking hard on her swollen nipples.

I clipped my nipples with the pins and grabbed my cock in my hand, searching for another video. My eyes found one of interest, a black man seating limply in a gaming chair, legs sprawled and cock tapping his stomach. He looked right at the camera, chest riaing and falling with every breath that it felt like he was looking at me. His hands moved to his nipple, rubbing slowly and gently with the pad of his thumb and side of his index finger. His neck hung loosely to the side as he stimulated his tight nipples, muscled thinghs twitching. The head of his cock bobbed before his stomach spasmed, standing straight and tall before falling on his stomach.

The other man slowly placed held my boobs in his hand and suck on it, he played with each nipple one after the other while the other man eat my pussy. The one playing with my boobs moves to my lips while the one down sucked on my clit and also has his fingers inside my pussy.

I licked instinctively, tasting my own tangy arousal, whimpering like a bitch in heat. The p**n shifted to a close-up: a swollen pussy lips stretched wide around a fist, the woman howling as she squirted in messy arcs. My clit pulsed in sync, begging for the same ruin. He noticed, chuckling darkly, and latched onto my left nipple again, sucking with bruising force while his hand kneaded the other breast, rolling the peak between thumb and forefinger until it ached.

“I’m going to be the man you keep choosing.” His mouth moves lower. My collarbones. The space between my tits. He cups one – his scarred hand engulfing me, his thumb dragging across my nipple with a roughness that’s purely texture, the callouses catching on my soft skin. He watches my nipple stiffen under his thumb. Then lowers his mouth and sucks it between his lips.