Steamy Men の小説・ストーリー

“Now you get to watch what real cocks can do.” The bedroom door opened by itself. Two men stepped in. At least… they used to be men. Both were tall, heavily muscled, skin slightly very red under the lights and when a shadowy edge. Their eyes glowed faint orange, and their cocks hung thick and heavy, with unreal lengths, bouncing as they walked in, and already leaking thick precum that smelled like smoke and sex. Lila dropped to her knees like a starving whore and began stroking them, one hand on each.

I have always been able to trust Sammy. But how can I tell Sammy about how I am changing? How my interest in sex is pushing me beyond the normal limits that people have; how my Onlyfans account was veering further and further away from hers, which is strictly suggestive bathing suit pictures; how, when I masturbate now, which is currently about three times a day, all I can picture is my stepfather's face... my stepfather staring at me, his eyes glazing over with lust, as he cums? A wave of sadness washes over me. My stepfather, whom I love, and who now can't look at me because of the way I've been acting. The things I've done.

Not even an hour they met, and Stev was already going to back? While Stev let out a low grimace. He really likes sleeping with women. But, he himself did not want to sleep with those cheap women. And this time, when he heard what the old man in front of him had just said. Somehow it disgusted Stev. He was disgusted by other people's former women. Those who sold their bodies for treasure were not Stev's taste anymore. "I'm not in the mood to play this time," replied Stev. "But why?" asked the old man did not understand. He really felt strange about Stev.

Yes ‘my’ not ‘our’ because I use every opportunity, even the slightest to get possessive. Beauty and brains! Shoot me!! Mr. Brett is his name. Gosh, his name also screams sexy. He is drop-dead stunning, hot as steam. I could literally salivate looking at him. Mr. Brett was obviously a rebel. He has so many visible tattoos and a bad temper. He was not exactly my taste in guys, but somehow, I managed to fall head over heels in love with him.

Because the moment I step out of the cab, dragging my suitcase behind me, I see him. Damien Blackthorn is walking down the wide staircase from the main deck like a predator descending on prey. Black button-down shirt open at the collar, revealing a tantalizing V of tanned, muscular chest. White linen pants that hug his powerful thighs and the very obvious bulge at the front. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing those thick, veiny forearms that I’ve fantasized about wrapping around my throat while he fucks me senseless. He stops at the bottom of the ramp.

Evan rolled her onto her back, his cock already hard and thick against her thigh. He kissed her slowly, his tongue claiming her mouth while Stefan's hands explored—cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples until she gasped. Evan pushed inside her first, his hips rolling in deep, measured strokes. She arched into him, her legs wrapping around his waist, nails scraping down the ridges of his abs. His body was a sculpture—solid pecs, a trail of blond hair leading to his heavy shaft, his thighs flexing with each thrust. Stefan watched, stroking himself lazily, his cock just as thick, veins standing proud. When Evan finally pulled out, glistening with her wetness, Stefan took his place, sinking i

he said with a smirk, handing me all the money he promised. He pushed me out onto the sidewalk naked, cum still glistening on my skin, shorts and top tossed after me. I stood there stunned, heart racing, pussy still throbbing, as the van sped. That was the wildest, steamiest thing I’d ever done and part of me already wanted to do it again.

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“Please… call me Zeke. I love to hear from your voice how you seductively call my name. You just don’t know how much my boxer is making a tent now whenever I remember how soft your body from my hand was, Celestine. No wonder why your stepfather was quickly tempted by you. Maybe any man will be obsessed with a Celestine Alcazar.” I don’t know if I’ll ever like how this guy speaks. It felt like he was always telling me things for a carnal intention. “No matter how big clothes you wear, your big creamy white t*ts can't be hidden.” I looked at my own bre*sts, he was right. It is a creamy white skin tone. “Your mammilla is surely to be pinkish... Did you try touching yourself, Celestine? Do you k

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard cock, wrapping my hand around the thick shaft. I started stroking myself slowly, my eyes fixed on her trembling body. I knew she could hear me, the soft sound of my hand moving up and down my length, the low groan that escaped my lips. "Dante?" she called out, her voice shaky. "Are you still there?" I didn't answer. I just kept stroking myself, my eyes never leaving her.