Novel & Cerita Wrestling Drip

They made her crawl and clean both cocks with her tongue, licking every drop of cum, ass juice, and pussy cream. Lia lay there afterward, legs spread obscenely, covered in sweat, spit, and cum. Her holes twitched and leaked. She felt completely destroyed. And she fucking loved it. Ethan crouched down and shoved three fingers into her sloppy cunt, stirring the mess. “How do you feel?” “Like a whore,” she whispered hoarsely, smiling through the mess on her face. “Your filthy whore.” Jax laughed. “She’s ready for the team party tomorrow. Gonna let the whole locker room run a train on this cum-guzzling slut?”.

Chapter 4: Claimed and Flooded The stairs creaked again. Jake was coming back down. My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted to burst out of my chest. I was still bent over the couch with my ass up high, thighs trembling, and a thick river of Liam’s warm cum already leaking from my freshly fucked pussy. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air — sweat, pussy juice, and that unmistakable smell of fresh creampie.

I knew a big anal cum causes problems with dripping after so I asked. "I am close. Should I fill you or... pull?" "Don't you DARE pull that divine shaft out. Give me your cum... give me all... I want to feel you pump it... so deep I drip for a week... or longer... I want to be dripping your stuff when the bastard... I want to drip your stuff on him when I fuck his 'gone to Antarctica' cock. Yes, fuck THERE! Keep that up, I am close... so close..."

Good. After that came horseback riding. I know my way around a horse, but I'm not necessarily a professional. However, the resort's horses were calm and well-trained. Mine was a steady grey mare that responded easily to the slightest shift of my weight. We rode along quiet trails that wound between open pastures and clusters of trees. The rhythmic movement, the creak of the saddle, and the open sky above us created a kind of peace I hadn't felt in a long time. By the time we returned, just before lunch, my legs were pleasantly sore, and my mind felt clearer.

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Drake tries to pull it out but it's too much into the ground. Then Andrew jumps up and the two men engage in a wrestling match. I cry again to them to stop but my voice is gone and all I can do is to cry. The two men who I care for are now engaged in a death match. Drake is so strong for Andrew and he throws him to the floor several times. Then at one juncture Drake manages to draw his sword from the ground, and he raises it to strike. At this juncture I scream loudly, a scream that wakes me up.

They ate each other's lips as they both struggled for dominance in the other person’s mouth. While they were kissing, Rissa grabs the helm of Drax’s black t-shirt and lifts it up to undress him. Drax raises his hands and the t-shirt comes sliding off his body, revealing his white tank top. She grabs the tank top also, and in the same swift motion, the tank top comes off, revealing his sexy chiseled abs, and they continue their intense kissing.