Mike Schmidt Smut Novels & Stories

who was completely shaven and even more perfect than he had fantasized. "Is that for me?" She asked, looking down at his fully erect and still sudsy eight inch dick. "It's even bigger than I thought it would be." Mike couldn't talk. he wanted to say something witty like he would to any of the teen sluts he fucked and often dominated, yet he was speechless. "I'll take your inability to speak as a yes," she smiled, dropping to her knees and taking his raging ick in her hand. He gasped...his long-held fantasy finally coming true.

Regardless of the fact that he was angry at the party, he hadn’t touched alcohol in any way, but here he was drinking surplus after a meeting with his parents. “What happened, Mike?” Mike suddenly stood upright, and she sighed in relief, only for him to bend his face to her level. He dropped his bottle and held her cheeks with both hands. “Why do you have to be so beautiful?” Having no idea how to respond, Amelia remained quiet. Mike continued touching her face slowly, which left a burning touch to the places his hand left, “My wife is so beautiful, yet I can’t show her to the world.” Suddenly, he left her face and turned in the opposite direction, “This is rubbish; everything is rubbish.”

“I can’t wait to get you home. I’m going to make you cum with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock. And then you’ll cum from my mark. I’ll fuck you so thoroughly that you won’t be able to move by the time my brother gets to you and then he can position you just how he likes: in ropes, in chains, on the sex swing. Whatever he wants and you won’t be able to do anything about it.” My back bows, my head falls back on Mike’s shoulder, and I scream as I cum. The wind takes some of my scream with it, but not all. My scream is loud and inhibited. I feel Mike smile against my shoulder as the four wheeler slows and eventually pulls to a stop.

Don't smother the fire in you… ****** Seeing her action, Mike used the other hand to remove the pillow from her mouth. “Don’t smother your emotions baby. Give me those little screams, a real man will always want a little emotion from their partners. So give it to me baby, scream for me.” Saying this, Mike raised her ass up with his two hands as he laved into her juicy pot. Placing his mouth on her sweet nectar, Mike kissed and suckled before going deep with his tongue.

He’s dead. [Or stupid] --- Bullet Comments with spoiler will be screened out for the hero --- The bullet comments on the screen blew up into another climax, filled with more vicious curses this time and even less information. But the smirk on Meph’s face widened. “You guys are the best fans!” Meph’s long, deep, foxy eyes smile into two curvy lines, yet somehow he doesn’t come off as crafty but harmless and innocent, as if he really meant it. The amount of comments blew up, meaning star shards were a sensitive topic. At least, the “audience” had things to say about it.

This fucker had no problem sharing her with another guy or two, but he had an issue sharing his pot? Unbelievable. Mike pointed at Brandt’s swimming trunks. “Might as well strip them off so we can get right to it when I get back.” Brandt shook his head. “I’ll be leavin’ them on.” A slimy smile distorted Mike’s face. “You sly motherfucker. You like to watch, eh?” I’d like to watch my fist connect with your face. But Brandt merely shrugged. “Suit yourself.” The camper door slammed behind Mike.

he finished for her. "Yeah," she said, offering a smile. "It won't help, I tried, obviously," he said pointing at his computer screen. He felt dirtier than he already did as she leaned over and clicked on a few pictures. "Wow," she said. "I like that one," she said, indicating a picture of two beautiful lesbians locked in a sixty-nine. "Sarah!" Mike said, surprised. "Sorry sweetie, it's just a little, um... hard, to concentrate."

She hugged me “hey, Marvin would not stop fucking taking about you already, it’s pathetic” “Shut up” Marvin said. I chuckled “well I hope that it is all good things” Mike was hot, and that was not an exaggeration, he was extremely good-looking. The typical heartbreaker, but hey I was looking for a fun time not a long time, not that I was checking him out… ok fine I was checking him out. His eyes met with mine, and he smirked “hello there beautiful” “Let’s get something to drink” Sasha said and I groaned “finally”

I then stuffed his severed body into the grinder, playing basketball with his meat, leaving his head on the table next to Antonio's. Two down, I to go. And lastly, Nicholas. I grab a wrench from the box, testing the weight and its compatibility in my hand. Unlike his brother, Nicholas Salazar wore his boundless hatred on his face. Which was quite comical I might add. “Quit the dramatics Nicholas, it won't save you.” I spat at his face. His face contorted in pure rage as colorful curses and threats spurt out from his mouth while jerking in an attempt to free from his binds. I gritted my teeth in annoyance.