One angry Eresh might bites 🤪
One angry Eresh might bites 🤪
FORREAL I'm so happy when I see only relevant stuffs in my feed 😢 this feels like the old Twitter before Elon invaded
FORREAL I'm so happy when I see only relevant stuffs in my feed 😢 this feels like the old Twitter before Elon invaded
“Forever, and ever.”
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“Forever, and ever.”
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“I'll always, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴… love you.”
“I'll always, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴… love you.”
“Even if you 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬,”
For the last time, shivering as he pounds 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳, they finally come together.
“Even if you 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬,”
For the last time, shivering as he pounds 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳, they finally come together.
“Even if you turns weird,”
“Even if you turns weird,”
The spurt of cum splatter to the deepest part of his hole, making Till throw his head on the broad shoulder behind, gasping harshly. Yet, even as the cum trails down his inner thighs,
Ivan wouldn't 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥.
“No, no! I feel weird, I feel— ah! Ah! Ngh!”
The spurt of cum splatter to the deepest part of his hole, making Till throw his head on the broad shoulder behind, gasping harshly. Yet, even as the cum trails down his inner thighs,
Ivan wouldn't 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥.
“No, no! I feel weird, I feel— ah! Ah! Ngh!”
“Too fast, too fast— aah!”
“Too fast, too fast— aah!”
“Har…der…”
And the bed starts to creak as Ivan pounds rough, deeper, 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳.
“Har…der…”
And the bed starts to creak as Ivan pounds rough, deeper, 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳.
“Ivan… Ivan, ah, ah…”
“Ivan… Ivan, ah, ah…”
Ivan laughs, trailing his tongue on the salty dampness below, sniffing the unique musky scent as he pulls slowly.
“You smell so good.”
“Ngh!”
Thrusting his cock in, pounding the laziest he could, kissing on Till's shoulder blade as he breathes louder.
“Really good…”
Ivan laughs, trailing his tongue on the salty dampness below, sniffing the unique musky scent as he pulls slowly.
“You smell so good.”
“Ngh!”
Thrusting his cock in, pounding the laziest he could, kissing on Till's shoulder blade as he breathes louder.
“Really good…”
“You endure it so well.”
The man behind whispers in the lowest tone possible, kissing on Till's sweaty nape, inhaling so loud— as if wanting his beloved to 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 just how much Ivan craves for him.
“You endure it so well.”
The man behind whispers in the lowest tone possible, kissing on Till's sweaty nape, inhaling so loud— as if wanting his beloved to 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 just how much Ivan craves for him.