Author: Carlo

Stuart’s cock appears in front of you, and you realise that the cock in your ass has changed. This means that Stuart’s cock has just come out of your shithole — you smile and sink it down your throat and bob happily a few times on his stiff member…

Brad practically jumped on the bed and offered his manhood to her. She leaned forward, encouraging him to grab her head in his hands, as he proceeded to face fuck her for all he was worth…

We need a few minutes, but soon enough Don has a much bigger cock. His own little dick tied away like mine was.I get into position for my ball spankings as my friend takes over fucking Brandy…

Mike took off his penis, a white, 18cm cock, thick, but bearable. They were planning on getting some more people from the BDSM community more endowed to really get a signature for the punishment room…

The slap came from nowhere but I was still pinned under a smelly black African who was pounding me. “You get to watch me fuck your white useless cunt as I put a superior black baby in your box,” he sneered, “Like all good whores should…

Misty let out a startled yelp as her ass began getting invaded by the alien cock. He slapped her ass as he laughed at the human as she begged for him to stop. He pulled her hair as he shoved even deeper into her asshole…

His cock felt like a burning length of iron inside of her voluptuous backside, her rear cheeks forced to spread a bit to accommodate that girth as he recklessly starts to ruin her untouched anus, panting and whooping as his hips rapidly piston down into her hole with no regard to how this treatment scrambled her mind…

You interrupt him by returning the kiss, planting it right on his lips. He embraces you once more as you kiss each other passionately. Then it’s as if your animal instincts kick in. You claw at each other, feeling each other, kissing each other. You begin making out furiously…

Her strokes slowed and she shuffled her feet and repositioned us in the tub. She switched me sides. Now she was facing the back wall and the spray of water was bouncing off my back…

I look down the corridor, chaffing that the elevator has not come up yet. I check my Fitbit. He’s right on time. Even a bit early. And the date. April 17. Five months to the day, November 17, the last we got naked…