.. Scream when he thrust it back in.Thomas felt this latest transformation and his crazed mind went into overdrive. He had not only devirginized the s...ud... He had also transformed him beyond recognition. He was sure that Andrew will get up from this latest fuck as a rather effeminate fuckhole, complete with the swishy gait, the little screams and, above all, the insatiable appetite for more cock. One final time he thrust and his powerful cock exploded in the most intense orgasm he had had in. Sylvester and returning home late; Bertha thought to rest for a while but she over slept and as she woke up, she had no time to dress up properly and only washed up quickly, deciding to rush for not being late to be at RR’s apartment in an over sized t shirt to the top of her thighs and the skimpy under dress only. As RR opened the door, Bertha noticed; he was also kind of late coming home from gym. He was still looking sweaty, although he had toweled himself very well and dressed very casually. John Nepomuk, a catholic priest whose tortured body, according to legend, had been thrown into the river from that very spot in 1393. For that reason he was especially popular with the superstitious Czechs. The bronze relief had a brightly polished sheen to it near the base and the woman followed local custom, stroking the metal with her fingertips for luck.The man and his companion remained there, standing near the railing while the river, swollen with spring rains, swirled around and past the. He makes an “ah” sound with every tug. I jerk his orgasm out of his body, feeling him shiver and spasm. Then it’s all over. I slow down. I gently squeeze the last of his first orgasm out his still throbbing cock and gently caress his tight balls. He arches forward and stares at his throbbing cock in disbelief. His hair is stuck to his face with sweat. His entire body moves up and down under his breath. Two drops of clear fluid stick to my fingers. No seed yet. I move the skin over his cockhead.