Mr Kent Gay Porn Novels & Stories

He pulled me close to him and rubbed my back in a non-sexual way as he whispered, “There’s no need to be like this. I’ve already explained about fairy hormones and about werewolf mind control. Just be thankful that it wasn’t a vampire or you’d be doing things you truly didn’t wish to do. You had a night of sexual exploration with a male who was very adept in pleasuring a female as well as being quite handsome. There’s no shame in that.” “How can you say that?” I hiccupped. “Was Kenton upset with you? No, he wasn’t. So, why should you be upset with yourself? When you’ve lived as long as Kenton and I have and seen as much as we’ve seen, you’ll look at this time in your life and laugh,”

Axton asked. "Fuking only one pussy is tiring, try other pussy too" Kent suggested, and Axton stones Kent the pen he was holding and it landed directly on Kent's forehead. "Ouch, what was that for Axton?" "Seeking advice from you, was a wrong idea" Axton said. "So you're just going to focus on one pussy? Don't you want to see the difference between radio and television?" Kent asked. "Get out" "Axton, you are going to enjoy it better if you....."

“Well, you need to think. If he did something and then erased your memory, we need to take action. Werewolf sperm takes hold like fungus and grows just as fast.” “I’ve never heard sperm being compared to fungus before,” Kenton said good-naturedly as he waltzed into the stables as if he hadn’t a care in the world. He looked at me and smiled. “You make a mean pot of coffee. I’ll have to leave that job up to you from now on.” “Missy claims that Ethan had sex with her twice. I only know about once.” Hap said. “Did she, now?” Kenton said with surprise.

My head fell back, a growl breaking out of me. “Fuck, Janessa.” She tugged my hair, lips finding my neck, sucking. I slammed her harder against my wall, eating her mouth until we were both breathless. I dropped her, but only so I could fall to my knees. My mouth found her skin. Kissing from her feet up. Slow. Worshipping. I slid her gown up and her thighs parted. “Mr. G-” she moaned. “Don’t call me that,” I rasped, looking up at her. “Not now, Mr. G wouldn't do this.”

She soon found out when she opened the next door she could see, to reveal a half naked mr Black banging a blonde naked girl. His semi long hair was packed making him ten times hotter, he had no shirts on, revealing a hand to shoulder tattoo she didn't know was there, his suit pants were opened allowing his member to enter the moaning lady. The girl was beautiful and was so into the activity , that she didn't notice Grace entering, but Mr Black did as his eyes met hers instantly as she opened the door, he held onto her stare as he continued thrusting into the girl while still looking at her with much depth as if provoking her to do something. Grace only shook her head, before running out of t

I moan. when he done it again, it was like the flood gates opened up in my knickers, I don't know why but this was making me go crazy. I pushed his head up, he looked at me confused, I sat up then got him to stand up, swapped sides with him and pushed him onto the bed, straddled Ryan, I undone the buttons of his shirt, started to kiss down his neck and down the amazing body, I climbed down slowly, once I was low enough I undone his belt and then the zipper of his trousers and pulled his boxes off too, then took of my knickers.

It was overwhelming, and it was… good. A thick cock—her cock, she’d started to think of them as hers—was buried deep in her pussy. Marcus, the one with the cruel smile, was gripping her hips, slamming his pelvis against her ass with a wet, rhythmic slap. “You’re so fucking tight, baby,” he grunted, his eyes locked on the camera phone propped on the dresser. “Show them how a real whore creams on a dick.”

I yelped and squirmed on his desk, tears pricking my eyes as the burning pain mixed with filthy pleasure. Mr. Kent didn’t hold back. He whipped my ass mercilessly, turning both plump cheeks bright red beneath the thin navy tights. Every strike made my big tits bounce and my soaked pussy clench with need. My ass was glowing and throbbing when he finally stopped, his arm tired.

I pushed his boxer to his knees and took him in my hand. “God, Honey.” He rested his forehead on mine, with his eyes closed while I worked my hand on him “You make me forget all my thoughts...” “Don't think.” I sucked his lower lip as I felt his fingers finding my clit and moving in circles “Oh, Mark. Feel. Feel the same way I’m feeling...” With a groan, he pulled away from me and a few seconds later came back sheathed. “Do you see what you do?” He knelt between my thighs as he took me behind the knees and flexed my legs. Leaving myself totally exposed “I didn't want this, I don't want our relationship to be based only on sex...”