Only One Man In The World Hentai นิยาย & เรื่องราว

These are just three random characters I've made up for this one shot, the submissive is a trans man (ftm) and the daddy and Master are cis men My daddy and Master have been edging me for hours on this bed. They've used everything they can think of to torture me with pleasure but haven't let me cum, bringing me dangerously close to the edge but never letting me feel the orgasm. They haven't even taken their leather pants off to reward me with their cocks.

“Please—fuck—more.” He obeyed. One hand shoved between us, palming me through my leggings. I was drenched. He cursed under his breath when he felt it, fingers pressing the damp fabric against my clit in slow, torturous circles. My hips bucked, chasing the pressure, thighs trembling. His phone sound shattered the air. Sharp and insistent. We both froze, chests heaving, mouths swollen and wet. “Ignore it,” I panted, voice hoarse. “I should—”

14 Renai wiggled in his hold applying every iota of the strength in her. Though nothing seemed efficacious as the giant man hadn’t even moved a budge. His lips were tugged into a smile as he amusingly watched his woman fight against his hold while he drew circles on her clit. She seldom squeezed her eyes in an attempt to fight off the butterflies that were balling in her stomach.

It's hentai, right? But it wasn't hentai. Though it’s kind of close. It was about 2 childhood friends tentatively exploring BDSM in a way that made it seem REAL! The male protagonist is a boy that likes to read about BDSM in Instructional books, who even buys a lot of related equipment. And the girl is just a regular friend that finds out how exciting this strange fetish is!

His loads are smaller now – his balls starting to drain – but he’s still trying, still pumping, still depositing every drop he can produce. "That’s all I’ve got,” he finally admits after his fourth orgasm, pulling out on shaky legs. ”For now." He’s already half-hard again as he steps aside. Four loads from him alone. Added to the three before. Seven down. Two men to go. The fifth man doesn’t speak English. Dmitri. Russian. Built like a tank, with slabs of muscle across his chest and arms, cold blue eyes, and hands that look like they could crush bones without effort. He’s been watching silently from the corner, stroking himself lazily, waiting his turn.

Especially since he was a man. I love women. I fuck them almost everyday and I haven’t had any reason to complain. This has to be som—-fuck. I leaned forward, my eyes wide and focused on the scene in front of me. The human was in the bathroom, one hand on the glass, another… doing something I hadn’t anticipated. My mate was…..… masturbating, his eyes closed, his hands moving in slow strokes, hips arching slightly, breath catching in quiet, desperate moans. He was gorgeous. Every curve, every sigh, every shiver, etched into me. His eyes opened, directly looking into the camera and for a brief moment, it felt like he was looking through the screen at me, at my soul.

The sensation filled me so completely that every part of my body relaxed. A satisfied moan escaped my lips. The man froze. I continued touching him whenever the urge struck me. My fingers drifted over his abs and lower, until they brushed against something firm. I frowned and sat back up. "Matteo Valentia, why are you hiding a stick in your pants? It's bulging pretty hard, isn't it?" I felt every muscle in his body tense. I grinned. "Oh, you're not in trouble, mister. In fact, let me give it a good rub!"

He quickly opened his eyes, sat up from his lounge chair, and greeted with a cheerful, “You’re only just getting here? I’ve been having fun all afternoon!” “Not as leisurely as you, I bet!” Manuel retorted coolly. The moment his eyes landed on Raiden’s bare upper body, he instantly covered Britney’s view with his hand. His steely gaze practically sliced through the air—a clear message that no one should be seeing Raiden’s uncovered chest. Raiden could only shrug wryly; “This guy’s possessiveness is really over the top!” he thought. After all, he wasn’t even bare below—how could Manuel blame him?

Alex turned out to be a fun-loving guy and he, like me also took his work as his hobby. "It is a second being I possessed since a tender age," he had said while we waited for the cakes in the oven. Though it was a stressful day even as my first day, it was still a lot of fun and it was worth all the tiredness. Listening to 'Helplessly by Tatiana Manaois', I walked home in the dark of the night. I had entered the elevator and it was already closing when it suddenly opened again. Raising my head, I saw a guy dressed in black and his face was covered with the shade of the cap he wore.

that vibrated through my entire pelvis as he added his contribution to the pool growing inside me. The fifth man was the oldest, his hands shaking with anticipation. When Renzo gave him the floor, he was weeping with lust. "You're a good little whore," he muttered, his voice a raspy wet click. As he reached his peak, he let out a long, drawn-out Uhhhhhhh that ended in a rattling cough, his spent body slumping momentarily over mine before Renzo shoved him aside. Finally, it was Renzo's turn to finish. I was heavy, bloated with the collective seed of five powerful men, my legs trembling and numb from being held in that extreme position for so long.