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currently not writing cnc either...
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did you truly believe my man konig was going to stop after the melon? oh no honey, he won't. he's still riding the post-nut clarity and his mind is already going though the selection of fruits he could try.
i can picture his enormous frame looking all awkward in the supermarket, walking through the produce section checking which of the fruits he wants to try is available.
and while being in the produce section is a normal thing, the fact that it's this man, with his muscular and tall man, not a sliver of skin showing and his face hiden behind his mask as he eyes the watermelons with lustful eyes definitely makes it weird.
he ends up spending a good 10 minutes trying to find the perfect watermelon, ripe enough but not too soft. it's all about the consistency of it, specially if you are going to be putting your dick inside of it.
he skilfully makes a hole in it - must he the years in the military what granted him those knife skills -. but the way it's made already says a lot about him. tight. definitely tight.
he wants to feel the way he imagines a sweet cunt would trying to take him in. stretching out and fighting to take his big dick. slowly pushing himself, deeper and deeper into the impromptu pocket pussy.
the juice of the watery fruit imitating the way a pussy would feel. already slightly wet when he first slips in, remnants of his handy work making the hole. and getting wetter and wetter as he keeps fucking into it.
the drag of the meaty fruit against his cock and the way his bulbous tip is hitting against the end of the hole, smashing against the fruit making it release more of it's watery substance.
and when it starts squirting out... man's about to pass out. that feels just like a pretty pussy squirting all over him. covering his cock, balls, lower abdomen and thighs with sticky juice. what I'm telling you, just like a pretty lass would as he keeps abusing that poor cunt with his thick leaky cock.
i must say, if ge were flexible enough, he would suck the watermelon juice off his own cock.
i looove fleshlight vids. i have a big bunch of them saved up for the lads. there is something about men being so horny and desperate that they have to fuck their needy cock into a bit of plastic like perverts because their hand is not enough. like oh sweet poor boy :(
When you had finally met Price, it took a week to joke with him over being an old fuck. Traditional man. Stupid old morals he’d subtlety hint at, no matter how much times have changed.
While he respects your abilities on the field, his old traditional brain believes you’d do much better in a kitchen or watching kids. Those old school morals, paired with his compliments being total pervert behavior.
“Those pants of yours make that ass pop.”
“Bloody hips on ya, fucking sinful.”
“You look bloody breedable right now love.”
You hate it. Obviously. Who wouldn’t? Despite the way your cheeks flush and body betrays your mind. You would’ve filed a complaint by now if it really bothered you.
You’re ovulating.. and avoiding him tonight due to the way those stupid comments of his make your cunt weep. Tucked away safely in your quarters as you finish paperwork late at night. Finally finishing the last file and planning to leave it on Prices desk.
Though, when you knock and are allowed entry into the old shits office, you’re met with a sight that is permanently burned into your brain.
Price, sat at his desk, an old playboy spread out in front of him as he fists his cock lazily. Cocky smirk on his face as he takes in your wide eyes.
“You gonna finally put that mouth of yours to work or just stare all night?”
“Playboy? Seriously? You know the internet exists, right? Christ, you are old.”
“f’course I do, doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy print.”
He looks over your whole body in a way that makes you squirm and heat pool between your legs. You toss the files on his desk and leave before you do something you’d regret in the morning.
You avoid him the next morning until he corners you in the mess hall at the coffee pot.
“Somethin botherin you, love?”
“No? Why would you say that?”
“You’ve been looking anywhere but me all morning. When all you should look at is me.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Hmm. Daft brain of yours too occupied on what you saw last night?”
“What? No—“
“You’ve gone red, love.”
“Shut up. You- are impossible.”
“Because I’ve got a stack of skin mags older than you? Thought you youngsters were hard to embarrass.”
“I wasn’t embarrassed.. just, surprised.”
“By what, exactly?”
“That you use them.”
“Nothing wrong with appreciating a woman’s beauty. Like yours for example.”
“You are unbelievable.”
“I prefer the term old fashioned.”
“Right. Thats one word for it.”
“And yet, you havent walked away.”
Which is how you’ve ended up here.
Folded in half until your knees hit your chest and your ankles rest on his shoulders, being split in half by his cock. Poor cunt weeping at the harsh pace he’s set.
Embarrassed by the way you clench over the cocky things he growls in your ear as he ruins your cunt for anyone else.
“Bloody perfect cunt.. made to be filled.”
“That’s it.. whine for me.. goood girll.”
“Gonna breed this cunt proper.. you’ll look best swollen with my kids.”
You’re fucked dumb already, mind too hazy to deny his words because they make your orgasm tip over the edge and crash over you like a tidal wave. Cunt clenching around his cock as his pace stutters and he buried himself deep, pumping load after load into you.
Cocky bastard pulls out but keeps your legs up to keep his cum inside.
i do not write: scat, vomit, bestiality, watersports, pedophilia, incest
currently not writing cnc either...
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the only other place where you will find my content is x. i do not authorise or consent to the translation or repost on other platforms of my writing. do not use my posts to feed ai -including c.ai-!
when missions get long and waiting becomes a tedious task, you have to find a way to entertain yourself. price's choice tends to be reading or crosswords, but I wouldn't put it past this man to just hide behind a tree and sneak a cheeky wank in. pants unzipped to pull his hard cock out and shirt pulled up, spitting on his cock before he lets his hand run up and down his members quickly. deep groan leving him as he cums, long ropes, making a mess.
i love the idea of desperate price. like big buff man being so needy he can't even keep still? give me that awooga. hips thrusting up into his fist, heavy breeder balls bouncing with every stoke. stomach tightening and he feels the orgasm beginning to wash over him, only speeding up the movements of his hand as he bucks ups and begins cumming all over his hairy stomach.
when missions get long and waiting becomes a tedious task, you have to find a way to entertain yourself. price's choice tends to be reading or crosswords, but I wouldn't put it past this man to just hide behind a tree and sneak a cheeky wank in. pants unzipped to pull his hard cock out and shirt pulled up, spitting on his cock before he lets his hand run up and down his members quickly. deep groan leving him as he cums, long ropes, making a mess.
i love the idea of desperate price. like big buff man being so needy he can't even keep still? give me that awooga. hips thrusting up into his fist, heavy breeder balls bouncing with every stoke. stomach tightening and he feels the orgasm beginning to wash over him, only speeding up the movements of his hand as he bucks ups and begins cumming all over his hairy stomach.
entire thing soured by a company that we had a tour with fucking up greatly and leaving us behind T-T and it wasn't our fault, we were there on time, but this wanker was moving us around, telling us different things and only to tell us that we had missed the bus. no, we had not, you told us to be in the wrong place multiple times.
and i have to laugh, because they offered us to book the same trip tomorrow, a laughable 20% price return and another free tour. a free tour that we would still have to pay out of pocket. i'm tired of capitalistic ass monsters that companies are.
we lost time, sleep because of waking up early and are going to miss on some plans because of the change of date. and it's going to be lovely waking up at 5am 4 days in a row...
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