semi—limitless and taboo, interact at your own risk. writer does not condone the kinks in real life.
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one of the many videos of his muscled form.
often times, it would be sent to @XIANZHOUBULL at his request, but this time he doesn't mind spoiling the masses.
you're free to look, but never touch, unless you want your limbs cut off.
https://t.co/IiObOqRb3P
Sorry for the inactivity. I've been busy w my 13 hour shifts.
But if anyone's interested in participating in a SFW FOCUSED fantasy, story driven rp, interact and DM me! Thanks! You'll need discord if you want to participate.
Those moans and groans? Absolute music to the cowboy's ears.
Head starting to bob faster, creating a ring with his index and thumb to stroke the rest of the bartender's cock firmly.
Sounds of his slurping intensifying, spit dripping, giving that rod the best head he can offer.
a gruttel groan, pulling his hips back, only to have it snap back into place, as if restricted by elastic, cock hitting the back of his throat as another sound bordering inhumane fell from the bartenders lips.
" fuuuuck. "
wet, tight, sloppy, that mouth was doing things to him.
Throat tightening around the shaft, eyes rolling back as he was deprived of oxygen, tears trailing down from his eyes.
Despite this, his hands were massaging those cumsacks, nose whiffing all that manly scent riling him up even more.
Damn, it was such an amazing smell..
" tch— "
clicking his tongue, head rolling back, keeping his face buried just a little bit longer against his pubes, letting the sent of his musk waft through his nostrils, letting spit collect and coil down his lips.
" tight throat there boy. "
breathless already.
Still maintaining eye contact, tongue licking at the shaft as he slowly took the length in his mouth. Now, the tip was pressing at the back of his throat.
The wet tunnels then slowly coiling around the manhood, coating it with spit. His nose now buried at the bartender's pubes.
" fuck... "
a chuckle, a shudder, toothy smirk on his face as his hand went to tangle in his hair, pushing it back for him.
" don't start teasin' me 𝘯𝘰𝘸. "
Heh, you had me worried there.
Guess that's fine. Helps us fulfill that weird fantasy . . .
Hopefully you got some trigger discipline, friend. Don't want that trigger finger itching and ending up putting one in my brain.