The Island
Before any of the workers could respond, they looked to the opening to see a huge red rocket staring them down. it got closer and closer until it started to penetrate the opening.
Balls In Disguise
rocket, the second one felt like a bowling ball dropped onto his nuts from five feet up leaving his balls bouncing for awhile and definitely swaying what the others would do, the third one to kick his nuts had kicked hard but not bowling ball hard like the
Neptune's Nut
His red rocket would remain unmolested, jutting out, begging for release in the mid-morning air. he will thank me later! a balls-only orgasm is the only true orgasm for men in my opine.
Stop Struggling, Shut Up & Schlonk Your Spunk Cannon, Slut!
Yeah, slut, set off that red rocket. fountain yourself in cum. y-you’re getting me close too. ah, yeah, _rrr_. just like that, pet. eat out your owner. yeah, _yeah_. ah. cum for me, slut. _pathetic_ slut. cum. for. me! oh_hh ffffuck_!
Drunken Lullabies #18
Making the griff cry out in pleasure as she squeezed him tightly, further causing that red rocket to pump her with even more of his orange seed!
Cops and Villain
Before long, his red rocket shot a heavy load, too much for the cadet to gulp it down, long strings of semen drooling past his lips and falling on ryann under him.
Emergency Bottle
His red rocket was on the launch pad waiting for permission to blast off. he squeezed it back inside his shorts and underwear. his crotch was bulging as his massive boner was quite obvious.
Vivid's Deal
"you foxes can't leave your red rockets alone," said the bio-suit. vivid tore his hand paw away from his crotch. "aww shy now huh?" teased the bio-suit. vivid tried to keep his mind off sex. the whole situation didn't help.
Second Wind OP: Part Two
The worgen had straddled his chest and was grinning down at him with a cheeky look, well, he supposed it was a cheeky look - he couldn't see much other than that red rocket of his.
The Sixteenth Date
Riley unceremoniously opened the front of my lower cloth cage, allowing more of my red rocket to spring forth, still restrained by the tight briefs i wore.
The secret life of Mrs. Harrison (Story in a day/hour)
Every stroke of his hips clapping softly against her inner thighs helped bounce her a little on the thick red rocket up her backdoor.
A Break from the Shoot
His touch was not longer on the furry sheath and balls but on the warm and smooth surface of the red rocket instead. it twitched in response to his touch and another small groan came from the other canine actor.