Virgil groaned as his clawed hand came down on the back of the woman’s head, clutching her hair and pushing her mouth further down around his stiffened morning wood. She gagged, drooling rivulets of throatslime across his shaft and splattering both her own chest and his heat-radiating balls in slop. The incubus didn’t particularly care for her anyway, and buried another few inches of the indigo spire down her gullet just for another bit of pleasure.
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Morning Rituals
By: Reteki
Favorited: 3 years ago
*Swallowing*“Mmmph! MMMMPH! MMMMMMMPH!!”“Mmmmmmm~”“He’s almost down,” Abigail said in an almost sing-song voice, her familiarly cheerful and encouraging demeanor on bright display. But her voice let on a bit more than just that, like a touch of her own personal excitement, and maybe even one or two other feelings which tended to sneak out in these situations. Not that it mattered; with only the two of them in the room, no one else was around to hear her.
Shared Interests
By: TheDragonBoy
Favorited: 3 years ago
Beach of Final Encounters – Last Dance – Vote 1Terra tried to focus on her swim and push thoughts of her date out of her mind, but the thoughts of a mature woman showing the younger student how to really fuck was just too tasty for her brain not to chew on. It didn’t help that the water was full of people and she constantly had to adjust course to avoid them. Guess that’s what she got for trying to train at the beach instead of doing laps at a pool like usual. The muscular college studen
Last Dance - Beach of Final Encounters
By: Arthotus
Favorited: 3 years ago
