Wrestling with Change - Chapter 10
Nothing Ventured "Nothing? What do you mean nothing!" Cameron said, getting upset. "Don't need to say anything." Before Cameron could say another word in protest Ricky moved in quickly and kissed him. This wasn't like their first time a few short...
Bearly Compensating
Clad in the tight lycra of his wrestling singlet, his chest was saturated with sweat. he squeezed his nipples, smelled his scent and moaned softly. phil's mind flashed with a dirty idea.
The Serpent's Corruption
He returns the favour as he reaches out and slides his finger down your crotch, stroking your eager cock through the thin lycra. you barely suppress a moan from the startling but welcome caress.
One Of Those Evenings
I slip on the blue lycra briefs i'd worn in my first bout, the scent of the leopard still clinging to the thin fabric as though trying to remind me of what we'd done for the last four hours; what we hadn't done would make for a much shorter list.
A Bitch In Her Bowels
Tracy drove the aggravation from her mind as she tugged at the slipping waistband of her lycra shorts, pulling them tighter across her well-muscled, but blubber covered ass; the sweat beginning to cascade down the fat rolls on her backside as she rounded
Origin of Streak II
"it's mostly just regular lycra, hence why i made it so quickly. it should perfectly show off the main details of your physique though. the boots are basically lycra socks with soles."
Meat 'n' Greet (For Tokeki)
I didn't say a word about why that made my pisshole prominent, stretching lycra, about as decent as that nude dog from the land of ark'.
His Biggest Fan
Their bodies crashing together, muscular and sweaty and separated only by a thin layer of lycra.
New Shift
As if her body knew where she needed the most help her thighs began to swell against the lycra of her bib-shorts. sinewy muscles compounded and heaved under her skin.
Charn's Day at the Spa
What was worse was he was so hard he it was getting tough to hide even with the lycra shorts. every step was making his cock rub along the slick insides of his underwear.
Otteroboticons!
He'd had to remove all of his clothes to fit into the wetsuit, and even his underwear had to go lest it leave visible lines in the lycra.
A Hard Day's Work
The very thought was so arousing, she hadn't realized that her was in her lap, slipped beneath her lycra shorts, massaging her moist, aching slit.