SUCK IT, BRUH! (Bareback)
Title: “Suck It, Bruh! The rowdy, raunchy, bareback bash”
Clustered within the campus frat home, a motley crew of proportions stand bare and attractive. Tonight requires an unforgivable orgy, a seeing-is-believing spectacle, an unholy bacchanal.
Throbbing dicks of varied hues and smells protrude out, glistening with pre-cum. Musky balls sway beneath. Hairy chests heave. Ropey veins pulsate – every cock a product of nature’s unrefined artistry.
Kyle, the lanky, loose-limbed ringleader, corrals the pack. “Ladies, gents, sluts, dudes… Whip out those balls, raise those asses, and let the depravity begin!” he guffaws.
Amidst a tangle of limbs and lust, apostles of filth collect and unite. Brett, the stocky, sloppy ‘piggy’, drills his fats cock into Brian’s pink, puckered gap. Brians moans, pure pleasure, as Brett kilos him mindless.
“You like that, bitch? You want this thick dick bursting your tight asshole?” Brett grunts, reaching round to fondle Brian’s throbbing erection.
Intense, blinding ecstasy shoots by means of Brian as Brett repeatedly slams into his prostate. Brian grabs his cock, milking himself to an explosive orgasm. Strings of white jizz splatter Brett’s fuzzy chin and hair.
“Here, get a taste,” Brett lustily licks the spunk off his face earlier than shoved his messy tongue down Brian’s throat.
The room is a whirlpool of our bodies: intertwined, entangled, exchanging saliva, cum and piss. Timmy swirls his tongue round Danny’s ballsack, savoring his salty-sweetness. Danny grabs Timmy’s head, forcing his face into his bushy crotch.
“Lick my ass, boy,” Danny barks. “Get in there and probe my shithole.” Timmy obeys his king, diving tongue-first into Danny’s chocolate-star gate.
Wide-eyed and bulging, Timmy’s face is buried balls-deep in Danny’s sweaty crack. He laps and prods, tasting heresy, then inhales Danny’s smelly fart for dessert.
“Swallow it, bitch!” Danny roars, juicing a skyrocket load onto Timmy’s face. “Taste that frat失礼!”
Dangling above, Bobby andMike type an epic 69. Mike gobble’s Bobby’s mind-melting milkshake with gusto – a protein-rich deal with. Bobby returns the favor, swallowing each drop that gushes into his gullet.
Penetration is primus inter pares. Marky delivers a bull-rhorned pizzle into Mathew’s greasy colon, bucking like a bronco. Their our bodies smack collectively in slick, sloppy squelches. Marky moans like a fox in warmth, his cum-cannon firing extra spunk.
Stream of spunk coat the partitions. Musky sweat permeates the air. Grunts and penetration extra gnarly than any guttural symphony. This is a primal, masculine motion: milky raunch for raunch’s sake.
Then comes the money-shot. Kyle yanks his rocket-looking dong, inflicting phallic fireworks. His pent-up load spurts like Old Faithful, drenching his brothers. Frat flesh gleams within the cum petroleum.
Cum-covered bottoms start slurping, mopping down their dick-slick cocks. Dick meets dick, throbbing and humping, looking for mutual eruption. Timmy, Brian, and Marky ship their they’re with a synchronized salute and bark.
Freshman Michael, shy and cherry-like, will get tossed about – ass rammed each which means. His gangly legs are unfold eagle as he takes frat cock. Boys moans flip his vocal chords to pure friction. Shot after shot coated his pores and skin.
A fats splattering of spunk paints the canvas of the room, a messy masterpiece…
In the aftermath, the boys pant like bitches. Drops of cum pool and dangle. Musky stink wafts. Bottoms are pink, uncooked and ruined.
“fig, that’s better than any football practice,” Kyle breathes, grinning.
The brothers share soiled smirks, figuring out their soiled deeds are simply starting. Silent guarantees of future fraternity fuckery linger within the air.
The bareback bash has ended, however an period of wanton ruination has solely started. The brothers clear you, and clear themselves, getting ready for subsequent request, hoping for even wilder, raunchier, raunchier tempest on this den of milky wickedness…Amen.
