Getting What You Asked For
He was shirtless, displaying his hairy chest and treasure trail over his beer gut. it was clear that he was much older than ari. under his gut was a pair of camo pants and brown work boots. "h-hey," ari said, getting up from the bed.
Ex-Stepfather Part 2
I giggled like a ticklish doofus at his fingers roaming my sides, squeezing my stomach before rubbing the beer gut.
Easter Banging
Whatever the case, i shrugged it aside, and buried my member until his whiskers tickled the underside of my beer belly. soon enough, i needed to pull back.
Some Boar Time
Sporting a smaller but similar beer gut to the changing snake man, sykes was certainly taller and a lot more toned than before.
Dad Made My Dreams Come True (By Pounding My Ass)!
Dad’s belly rolling over my sheath and balls had my cock twitching and eager, it felt almost as if i were being jerked off by dad’s beer belly and i loved it. “fffucking breed me, dad!”
Address
He did not even notice he started drinking some of the beer, sliding directly down to his own belly. he focused on the giant next to him, on the same couch, as his belly seemed to swell slightly with each gulp of beer. hell, he was hot.
Sunday Night Fun
He rubbed his dad's beer belly; it still looked the same from when he was a little kid. he murred happily as he slid down and grasped his dad's 11" cock and sniffed it.
How the Wet Coyote got his name
Ted let out his thunderous belly laugh that vibrated the tub... silas, my best friend forever, and a fox, unusual for the fact hes got a bit of a beer gut.
A Little Get Together
He said as we looked down to see our hard erection pressing into each other as they leaked pre on the other's cock along with a trail beneath his beer belly.
Invasion of the Tentacle Monsters Chapter 1
Now slapping him softly on his cream fur covered beer gut while pre started to leak above his navel. the thing started to bulge the thick underside of ted's cock as it traveled down his urethra.
Love of an Ex-Stepfather
I giggled like a ticklish doofus at his smaller fingers roaming my sides, squeezing my stomach before rubbing the beer gut.
Backwater Pit Stop. Chapter 3.
Kyle had been pinned underneath the frisky pit bull most of last night, the large canine holding his arms down and keeping him trapped with his large beer belly.