Jack Frost - Part 2
To think, if only i'd kept going, kept bellyslapping it for a couple more minutes, i probably would've worked out then and there how to make it go down. hindsight's a bitch, huh?
Blackie and the Fresian
The fresian grunted and bellyslapped too, a gush of clear pre-cum exploding from his dished glans and splashing to the ground to join the previous puddle.
No Mares Needed
bellyslapping was about as exciting as chewing grass compared to this! his balls churned, his cock throbbed with need. pulling his hips back, he paused a moment with just the tip still in, and then rammed forwards with all his might.
Jack Frost & The Million-Dollar Cumshot
Almost without any conscious thought, i bellyslapped. it was a distinctive, meaty whack, and it descended slowly, bobbing heavily and dripping. artemis giggled. it was the most adorable sound i've ever heard.
Jack Frost - Part 3
Do you ever dream about people you don't see any more? I sure do. Back then, when I was eleven, I used to dream about Grandma and Grandpa a lot. They're Mom's parents, so they're donkeys like she is. Compared to my Dad that makes them... stocky, I...