Prostate Massage Porn Comics Novels & Stories

The toilet had a large puddle of cum, blood, spit and lube and I cleaned my self and flushed. I went to open the safe and took out my phone and popped a cough drop in for my sore throat. I had gotten a whole bunch of messages from guys asking for pictures and instructions. A few messages said, on my way, or something dirty, like I'm going to destroy that hole. One guy said he's coming and he's bringing his friends. Another guy said I wouldn't be able to handle him if I was conscious so this was perfect. He also sent a dick pic of his giant 9-in dick. This made my dick hard which hurt because my prostate was so sore.

He pushes them deep, all the way up to the knuckle, and curls them, searching until— I cry out, my whole body jerking at the feel of his fingers pressing against my prostate. “Right there.” My voice is already pitched high with need. He does it again, massaging my prostate until my cock is so stiff it’s painful. He strokes over it again and again until I’m panting and covered in sweat. “Fuck.” He sounds wrecked. “You take it so well.” I let out a desperate noise. “More.” “More what, baby?” He crooks his fingers inside me again, and I convulse, pressing my forehead against the sheets.

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Definitely not something normal. “What the hell is this?” I whispered. I’d seen it before. Somewhere. I pulled my phone out of my pocket. Curious. I opened G****e, and held the camera over it. The search results loaded fast. My stomach dropped like a rock. Prostate massager. Male anal stimulator. Gay sex toy. The images matched perfectly. My mouth went dry. I knew exactly where I’d seen one like this—Maddox’s sex toy shop, that one time Jenna, my dead best friend dragged me in there to try out something new.

She says it’s a wrinkled little ball about the size of a walnut. All he knew was that Natasha’s touch was flooding hiw lower body with pain, he doesn’t feel any pleasure he feel irritated instead, the old him would have stopped her, but he let her do her thing just to distract him from thinking about anything. She massaged that little gland, he realized that she was going to make him have a particularly powerful orgasm immediately. He learned the sex act is called “milking the prostate” sometimes ago, and women learn how to do it from women’s magazines that print articles explaining how to be good lovers. It made him lose control of myself, slamming his cock into Marie’s body and erupting in

Chapter 3 Alex’s POV. The prostate massage had me right on the fucking edge already, Ryan’s thick finger buried knuckle-deep in my asshole, rubbing firm expert circles right against that swollen gland inside me while my cock throbbed visibly between my spread legs, the fat head purple and leaking a constant sticky stream of precum that splattered onto the crinkled paper below.

He went on, packing and arranging the environment for what seemed like the tenth time. He was nervous. I could read that through him. He needed to relax. Right now? We both needed relaxation. And it’s up to me to put him at ease. I lay on the bed, drafting a towel beneath my waist There was a bottle of oil resting on the drawer. He took some and began to pour it. As Mason began the massage, his touch sent shivers down my spine. His hands were strong, confident, and gentle on my back and shoulders. He slid my towel down to my waist and I felt my defense rising.

Enlarged nude pictures were hanged on the walls, even pictures of some famous pornstars banging were also on display on the walls. There was also a door leading to a bedroom, or maybe bathroom. This is just the typical office of a sèx teacher! "What do you think of my office?" he suddenly asked. I nodded slowly as I slumped on the chair in front of his desk. "Impressive, let's just hope you're as good as Jonny Sins," I replied. He chuckled lightly, then swivelled his chair around and my jaw dropped. "Mr huge dîck?!" I exclaimed as I pointed a finger at him.

The room was quite spacious with a king-size bed in it, there was even a television and a big cupboard full of stuff. The items kept in the cupboard couldn't be considered usual as they were all related to sex. Yes, there were sex toys, condoms, and even lube stored in the cupboard. After the activities in the room were finished, the prostitutes needed to report to their boss about any items used by their customers. Each sex toy had a price, but customers could use condoms and lube for free.

Riley’s entire body tensed up His head tipped back against the seat and I saw his thighs quiver. His free hand pressed down hard on his lap trying to hide the bulge growing in his jeans. Sarah leaned in again whispering. She placed her hand on his thigh and Riley nearly jumped out of his skin. He was leaking. I just knew it. The constant prostate massage was turning his hole into a dripping mess. The big plug I’d chosen was thick enough to keep him stretched wide open. I texted again. Unknown: Look at you trying to play boyfriend while your ass is getting pounded. Does it feel good, princess?