Novel & Cerita Sexy Hairy Man

another agrees. The man gripping me gives me a hard shake. I lose my balance, and he takes the opportunity to yank me against his rough peacoat, forcing my breasts into his body. He lets loose a disgusting groan, indicating he's enjoying the contact. Horrified, I stare up at his face. His head is shaved. I notice, in my hyper-awareness brought on by fear, that there's a small raised scar on his left temple. "Calm down, sweetheart." His breath smells like rank pickles. "You're not going anywhere. When Sasha Ivanovsky wants something, he gets it. Understand?"

The señoras and other young ladies screamed while the boys clapped their hands. Speaking of the devil, he's here. My eyes search for the man they're talking about, and Damn. Bouncy brown hair, tall and extremely handsome with well-toned biceps! He is so gorgeous. His masculine feature is making me want to jump on to him and offer myself to him. Oh, Marcus, I don't want to imagine how loud I will scream when you do what you want to me. My daydreaming was just interrupted when I felt a hand on my butt.

But this man wanted me and my pussy would swallow anything as long as it was tube-shaped. " You got a nice ass and that wet spot ...made my dick twitch.." He moved his hand, which he cupped over his hard on, he wore grey sweats, but i think with nothing else under, that bulge made me slip out an immediate moan "I might be crazy ... but would you let me fuck you right here. It's 3am and there is no one here but the sleepy cashier

And his lips, so damn kissable. Okay, that shouldn't be my first reaction. What the fuck? I should be disgusted. “Wanna join?” The man asks harshly, a slight Italian accent tinging the impatient words, snapping me out of my crazy thoughts. Because that's what they are. Crazy. He's not even trying to hide his monster dick from my view. If I say monster, I really do mean monster. How the hell is this chick even able to take all that inside her? “Why the fuck would I want to join?” I shoot back.

A towering figure, tall and massive, walked with an air of intimidation. The man's physique was imposing, muscles straining against the fabric of his dark shirt. His skin was a tapestry of scars and tattoos, each one telling a story of a life lived on the fringes of society. This was Macho, a man known for his brutality and ruthlessness in the criminal underworld.

I stared down at the bag as my brows knotted in indecision. "Move! You're blocking the best part." Gilbert scowled. Gilbert was the class weirdo. I wasn't surprised he'd be the only one watching that crap. Without thinking, I opened the pocket and snuck my OhMiBod into my pocket then left. Inside the stall, I took three deep breaths before entering pornhub. The sound of a brunette screaming filled my ears through my earphone. The man fucking her looked like an offspring of Bigfoot. He was the hairiest thing I'd ever seen. His dick had a slight curve and the brunette seemed to be enjoying every inch of it.

“The man who’s going to make you wish you had picked another woman to fuck with.” This wasn’t Xavier. I’ve really stepped into an alternate universe or a fucking horror show! The man before me was a demon, a creature, a beast! He wasn’t human, he wasn’t Xavier! I screamed as Xavier rushed forward, a deep growl vibrating up from his chest. I pressed my back against the wall and watched as he held onto the man’s arm, the one that was holding the knife and the hand that had been down my shirt, and ripped it from his body.

he asked, voice low and sinful. “I want your d*ck inside me,” I said without shame, my voice raw with hunger. He let out a dark growl of approval, pulling off his robe in one swift motion. My breath hitched. The man was carved like a war god powerful, commanding, every inch of him dripping with dangerous appeal. Then my eyes dropped, when I saw is dick, and gods… he was huge. This wasn’t the first time I was seeing it, but it’s felt as if it was

The woman's pussy clenched around the invading shaft, cum leaking out in thick ropes, only for another man to dive in and wreck her further. Footsteps behind me. Heavy, deliberate. A man—tall, muscled, with a shaved head and a cruel smirk—stepped into view in my peripheral vision. He was naked, his cock already rock-hard, thick and veined, curving upward like a weapon. But he didn't touch it. Instead, he dropped to his knees behind me, his hot breath ghosting over my exposed ass. "Watch the screen, slut," he growled, voice like gravel. "See how that whore gets her cunt ruined? That's what you're craving, isn't it?"

His hips twitched forward into my palm. I yanked his sweatpants down. His cock sprang out—eight and a half thick inches, still shiny with the other girl’s juices, heavy balls hanging low. The musky scent of sex hit me hard. I leaned in and licked a long stripe up the underside, tasting pussy and cum and pure man. Mr. Harlan groaned, one hand landing on my head. “I’m not gay… this is fucked up…”