At last, it is Pride Month again...I thought I would create a tribute 2 the two most important people in my life: Homicidal Liuouis, and yes. The ONE and ONLY Wormchamp72 (I have also included some other Pride Icons in the post as well, each of whom I admire for their courage 2 be their true selves and whom I believe represent the true spirit of Pride).
This Pride Month, I'm doing things MY way. Let's just say, the Worm has no 3ffs left 2 give...
Clark's hands are groping the flesh of your thighs so tightly, his fingers buried into the fat there; and you swear you'll be able to see the bruises as soon as he is done with you.
He is not harsh, nor is he mean with his way of fucking you, but there's not much he can do about his strengh. Especially when he loses his mind and his cock takes control; like right now. He grunts in your ear, moans forcing themselves out.
Your back is pressed against the wall of your living room; some of the furniture toppled around with the way foreplay had started. Clark had been too needy, tearing clothes off, throwing pillows around. A long day of being Superman does that to him, most of the time; but you can't complain. Not with the way he fucks you—deep, slow, dragging his tip against your walls like he knows every nooks and crannies of your pussy.
His large hands tightens their grip onto your thighs, making you bounce up and down his fat cock with a slow and torturous pace that makes you squirm and tremble. “Your pussy s’good to me, squeezing me so hard.”
It's not your first orgasm and it shows in the way your pussy leaves gooey white cream around his cock, a telltale of your pleasure; it also shows in the way you drool down your chin, toes curling each time Clark thrusts up, how sweaty your face is and how half your thoughts had disappeared already.
His fat tip rubs against that spot you love so much and he groans. “Mhfuck, you're so good, you take me so well.” You can’t even reply to those words as he presses his fat cock against your inner-wall, knowing where to hit and rub.
Your juices are leaking from your sloppy hole, making Clark drag his cock in and out of your hole like butter. Your calves are contracting, muscles squirming each time you feel him fill your pussy back up, your velvety walls trying to clench around his fat shaft, milking him dry. Your boyfriend is drunk off of your cunt now, only thinking of filling you with his come, kissing your cervix with the bulbous tip of his leaking cock.
Your back hits the wall when he fastens his pace suddenly, a dull thud echoes in the room but neither of you seems to care about the noise. Your arms wrap around your boyfriend's neck, face hiding his shoulder, drooling onto his skin. Your juices are drenching his cock, making it drip from his balls and stick to your ass as he jerks to fit inside your tight pussy.
The only thought of Clark having so much stamina and strength to be able to keep you against the wall makes you clench harder.
Clark moves his hands to grab under your thighs, pushing them to your chest as he keeps you firmly against the wall, acting like you weigh nothing to him and you probably do. He could practically keep you there with one hand, you are sure of that. With the new position, he’s able to drag his fat and veiny cock deeper inside your pussy, stretching your gummy walls, pulling out until his tip rubs your g-spot. You cry out, toes curling.
“Yeah, just... like that, angel. You're doing so good for me, mhpghf, clench that pussy for me.” He praises in your ear before angling his hips to roll against yours, his tip furiously hitting your g-spot harder.
You gasp then, legs trembling when you feel one more orgasm coming your way. Clark's hips rut now, his breathing labored as he goes faster. “Come on, baby, come for me. Please, let me see how pretty you are when you come on my cock.” He doesn't have to ask that twice—your walls clench around his shaft, sucking him in as you come again.
Clark doesn’t even stop moving even when you squirm as if you’re trying to get away, his bulbous tip overstimulating you as it rubs your entrance. You feel your muscles clench, your pussy soaking up with your juices that leaks from your hole just to smear on his mushroom head. His fingers tightens their grip on the fat of your thighs, pressing them harder against your chest as his eyes lowers to see the mess he made of you.
Your legs shake in his big hands, you cry out his name while drooling down to your chest, face sweating and thoughts fuzzy.
“Ah, fuck, you’re so pretty. I’m going to fill you up, m’okay?” Your boyfriend's hips fasten just for a second before they jerk unrhythmically and he finally buries himself inside you; spitting his hot cum in thick ropes to paint your walls white, filling you to the brink with the amount of come he let out. A groan leaves his mouth before his face falls on your chest. Clark is breathless.
You feel his semen dripping out of your pussy when he slowly pulls out—making you feel empty which brings a whine out of you. A big glop of cum leaks down to his cock, all along his length to his balls before hitting the floor; making a bigger mess than before.
You just realize how hard his shaft still is, twitching against his stomach and glistening with your juices.
Clark smiles at you, kissing your forehead as his eyes travel to your face and down to your messy cunt. “You think I can have another round? I just love being inside that pussy so much.”
Clark's hands are groping the flesh of your thighs so tightly, his fingers buried into the fat there; and you swear you'll be able to see the bruises as soon as he is done with you.
He is not harsh, nor is he mean with his way of fucking you, but there's not much he can do about his strengh. Especially when he loses his mind and his cock takes control; like right now. He grunts in your ear, moans forcing themselves out.
Your back is pressed against the wall of your living room; some of the furniture toppled around with the way foreplay had started. Clark had been too needy, tearing clothes off, throwing pillows around. A long day of being Superman does that to him, most of the time; but you can't complain. Not with the way he fucks you—deep, slow, dragging his tip against your walls like he knows every nooks and crannies of your pussy.
His large hands tightens their grip onto your thighs, making you bounce up and down his fat cock with a slow and torturous pace that makes you squirm and tremble. “Your pussy s’good to me, squeezing me so hard.”
It's not your first orgasm and it shows in the way your pussy leaves gooey white cream around his cock, a telltale of your pleasure; it also shows in the way you drool down your chin, toes curling each time Clark thrusts up, how sweaty your face is and how half your thoughts had disappeared already.
His fat tip rubs against that spot you love so much and he groans. “Mhfuck, you're so good, you take me so well.” You can’t even reply to those words as he presses his fat cock against your inner-wall, knowing where to hit and rub.
Your juices are leaking from your sloppy hole, making Clark drag his cock in and out of your hole like butter. Your calves are contracting, muscles squirming each time you feel him fill your pussy back up, your velvety walls trying to clench around his fat shaft, milking him dry. Your boyfriend is drunk off of your cunt now, only thinking of filling you with his come, kissing your cervix with the bulbous tip of his leaking cock.
Your back hits the wall when he fastens his pace suddenly, a dull thud echoes in the room but neither of you seems to care about the noise. Your arms wrap around your boyfriend's neck, face hiding his shoulder, drooling onto his skin. Your juices are drenching his cock, making it drip from his balls and stick to your ass as he jerks to fit inside your tight pussy.
The only thought of Clark having so much stamina and strength to be able to keep you against the wall makes you clench harder.
Clark moves his hands to grab under your thighs, pushing them to your chest as he keeps you firmly against the wall, acting like you weigh nothing to him and you probably do. He could practically keep you there with one hand, you are sure of that. With the new position, he’s able to drag his fat and veiny cock deeper inside your pussy, stretching your gummy walls, pulling out until his tip rubs your g-spot. You cry out, toes curling.
“Yeah, just... like that, angel. You're doing so good for me, mhpghf, clench that pussy for me.” He praises in your ear before angling his hips to roll against yours, his tip furiously hitting your g-spot harder.
You gasp then, legs trembling when you feel one more orgasm coming your way. Clark's hips rut now, his breathing labored as he goes faster. “Come on, baby, come for me. Please, let me see how pretty you are when you come on my cock.” He doesn't have to ask that twice—your walls clench around his shaft, sucking him in as you come again.
Clark doesn’t even stop moving even when you squirm as if you’re trying to get away, his bulbous tip overstimulating you as it rubs your entrance. You feel your muscles clench, your pussy soaking up with your juices that leaks from your hole just to smear on his mushroom head. His fingers tightens their grip on the fat of your thighs, pressing them harder against your chest as his eyes lowers to see the mess he made of you.
Your legs shake in his big hands, you cry out his name while drooling down to your chest, face sweating and thoughts fuzzy.
“Ah, fuck, you’re so pretty. I’m going to fill you up, m’okay?” Your boyfriend's hips fasten just for a second before they jerk unrhythmically and he finally buries himself inside you; spitting his hot cum in thick ropes to paint your walls white, filling you to the brink with the amount of come he let out. A groan leaves his mouth before his face falls on your chest. Clark is breathless.
You feel his semen dripping out of your pussy when he slowly pulls out—making you feel empty which brings a whine out of you. A big glop of cum leaks down to his cock, all along his length to his balls before hitting the floor; making a bigger mess than before.
You just realize how hard his shaft still is, twitching against his stomach and glistening with your juices.
Clark smiles at you, kissing your forehead as his eyes travel to your face and down to your messy cunt. “You think I can have another round? I just love being inside that pussy so much.”
Clark's hands are groping the flesh of your thighs so tightly, his fingers buried into the fat there; and you swear you'll be able to see the bruises as soon as he is done with you.
He is not harsh, nor is he mean with his way of fucking you, but there's not much he can do about his strengh. Especially when he loses his mind and his cock takes control; like right now. He grunts in your ear, moans forcing themselves out.
Your back is pressed against the wall of your living room; some of the furniture toppled around with the way foreplay had started. Clark had been too needy, tearing clothes off, throwing pillows around. A long day of being Superman does that to him, most of the time; but you can't complain. Not with the way he fucks you—deep, slow, dragging his tip against your walls like he knows every nooks and crannies of your pussy.
His large hands tightens their grip onto your thighs, making you bounce up and down his fat cock with a slow and torturous pace that makes you squirm and tremble. “Your pussy s’good to me, squeezing me so hard.”
It's not your first orgasm and it shows in the way your pussy leaves gooey white cream around his cock, a telltale of your pleasure; it also shows in the way you drool down your chin, toes curling each time Clark thrusts up, how sweaty your face is and how half your thoughts had disappeared already.
His fat tip rubs against that spot you love so much and he groans. “Mhfuck, you're so good, you take me so well.” You can’t even reply to those words as he presses his fat cock against your inner-wall, knowing where to hit and rub.
Your juices are leaking from your sloppy hole, making Clark drag his cock in and out of your hole like butter. Your calves are contracting, muscles squirming each time you feel him fill your pussy back up, your velvety walls trying to clench around his fat shaft, milking him dry. Your boyfriend is drunk off of your cunt now, only thinking of filling you with his come, kissing your cervix with the bulbous tip of his leaking cock.
Your back hits the wall when he fastens his pace suddenly, a dull thud echoes in the room but neither of you seems to care about the noise. Your arms wrap around your boyfriend's neck, face hiding his shoulder, drooling onto his skin. Your juices are drenching his cock, making it drip from his balls and stick to your ass as he jerks to fit inside your tight pussy.
The only thought of Clark having so much stamina and strength to be able to keep you against the wall makes you clench harder.
Clark moves his hands to grab under your thighs, pushing them to your chest as he keeps you firmly against the wall, acting like you weigh nothing to him and you probably do. He could practically keep you there with one hand, you are sure of that. With the new position, he’s able to drag his fat and veiny cock deeper inside your pussy, stretching your gummy walls, pulling out until his tip rubs your g-spot. You cry out, toes curling.
“Yeah, just... like that, angel. You're doing so good for me, mhpghf, clench that pussy for me.” He praises in your ear before angling his hips to roll against yours, his tip furiously hitting your g-spot harder.
You gasp then, legs trembling when you feel one more orgasm coming your way. Clark's hips rut now, his breathing labored as he goes faster. “Come on, baby, come for me. Please, let me see how pretty you are when you come on my cock.” He doesn't have to ask that twice—your walls clench around his shaft, sucking him in as you come again.
Clark doesn’t even stop moving even when you squirm as if you’re trying to get away, his bulbous tip overstimulating you as it rubs your entrance. You feel your muscles clench, your pussy soaking up with your juices that leaks from your hole just to smear on his mushroom head. His fingers tightens their grip on the fat of your thighs, pressing them harder against your chest as his eyes lowers to see the mess he made of you.
Your legs shake in his big hands, you cry out his name while drooling down to your chest, face sweating and thoughts fuzzy.
“Ah, fuck, you’re so pretty. I’m going to fill you up, m’okay?” Your boyfriend's hips fasten just for a second before they jerk unrhythmically and he finally buries himself inside you; spitting his hot cum in thick ropes to paint your walls white, filling you to the brink with the amount of come he let out. A groan leaves his mouth before his face falls on your chest. Clark is breathless.
You feel his semen dripping out of your pussy when he slowly pulls out—making you feel empty which brings a whine out of you. A big glop of cum leaks down to his cock, all along his length to his balls before hitting the floor; making a bigger mess than before.
You just realize how hard his shaft still is, twitching against his stomach and glistening with your juices.
Clark smiles at you, kissing your forehead as his eyes travel to your face and down to your messy cunt. “You think I can have another round? I just love being inside that pussy so much.”
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