FREAKER - 2
Only a small amount of liquid could have slipped through to reach dex, and if such a tiny amount could turn a five foot five inch weakling into an eight and a half foot muscle god... then what was the same amount going to do to _him_?
Falling for a Lugia
"fuck me" she groans and squeezes his cock harder with her anal muscles. "god, this feels amazing. i wish it could last longer...but...i'm getting close to my limit," stoller says thrusting away at her tight tailhole.
Gunther's Warlord 3
Somehow republican scientists had developed a way to turn any guy into a walking, talking muscle god.
Commission Zone: Social Media Only Ever Tells The Truth
So by the time he had turned twenty one, viktor had made peace with his body, and laid the idea of becoming a muscular god to rest. he could still dream, though.
Stud Milking
He panted and heaved, his nostrils tugging back and forth with the force of his breath raking through, the stallion caught up in the moment, though he only had eyes for the muscled god that was ametrine.
Library Check Out (Knotty Version)
One skinny dude, some random fox boy with a flat ass, had practically transformed into some muscle god by year three. "believe it or not," dewey said, pointing at the fox's day-one shot, and trying to find a way to make some sort of conversation.
Library Check Out
One skinny dude, some random fox boy with a flat ass, had practically transformed into some muscle god by year three. "believe it or not," dewey said, pointing at the fox's day-one shot, and trying to find a way to make some sort of conversation.
College Complications 2
As his forearms took on the same heft as his biceps, as his thighs got the hardness of his ass, he felt like he was becoming something of a muscle god. it was good. he was good.
Party of five; Chapter three
A smiling gazelle beautiful and very well muscled god before him, it made weeks of not having any sex a wonderful gift for pansy.
Sessions
And now i'm going to enjoy hours of delicious private time, just him on his webcam, performing whatever actions i want him to with requests on my keyboard, sent out like prayers to this towering muscle god.?
The Storyteller
To him, the minotaur's giant, perfect body was his world, and that giant, dripping cock where he would pay his tribute to his muscle god. locke had ceased to exist. narsa had too. there was now only a slave, looking up into the eyes of his master.
The Dragon God's Enslavement
He'd wanted a nice buff god, and though tylviar was nice already he had programmed the goo with a very certain body type he had in mind.