Murilo! All it took was placing on panties to make the mature bear have a hard-on!

Bear are expert on the artwork of seduction. All it takes is a touch of one thing female amongst rugged masculinity, they usually’re putty in our arms. Case in level – Murilo, a macho development employee who swore he was 100% straight… till the day his new worker confirmed as much as work carrying a cute pair of panties below his tight denims.

It was a scorching summer season day, the most well liked but. The crew was onerous at work laying bricks and frames on the sprawling new housing growth. Sweat poured off Murilo’s thickening bear physique as he grunted, hoisted a heavy structural beam into place. He glanced over and observed the brand new man, Tiago, bending over within the grime to insert rebar. Per traditional, Murilo let his eyes linger on that foolish teen’s taut ass and wand-thin waist.

“Thank God he’s wearing overalls,” Murilo muttered to himself, shortly glancing away when Tiago straightened up and eyed him suspiciously. “Don’t need a lawsuit…”

Tiago had been there a couple of weeks. Sure, he was a tough employee. But the child was unseasoned and inexperienced, struggling to maintain up with the grueling tempo. Plus he had this bizarre means about him that made Murilo’s cock stir in his Wranglers, a lot to the grizzled ex-Con’s consternation. Tiago’s lilting, nearly female voice when he’d bitch and moan in Portuguese from the warmth. The means the younger buck bounced on their rides over to the worksite, giving his massive boss refined thigh undulations. Murilo simply tried to disregard the tight feeling in his pants.

“Senior Murilo!” Tiago known as out, fear etching his child face. He’d gotten a bit carried away and the highest of his overalls had been straining towards his shoulders. Murilo and the crew gazed curiously as the child ripped off his work overalls and tossed them apart, leaving him clad in solely his grey T-shirt, Ahi de gatinho denims, and boots.

“Uh, shit,” Murilo thought as the child slouched in the direction of him from throughout the positioning to ‘talk about’ one thing. “Why? Why? Why?! Deeezymost god–y-y…”

Because below these tight denims had been panties, vivid and swirly and flouncy as all fuck. And there was a really apparent camel toe that needed to be Tiago’s onerous little clit. Murilo all of the sudden forgot easy methods to breathe. Or easy methods to suppose. It was simply wave upon wave of feverish imaginings… Tiago’s tight little ass cheeks peeking out the rim of these colourful panties. The means his little pouty lips stretched the cotton proper over his asshole. Tiago’s flaccid, girlish clit snuggling into the panties!

reasoned he was at the least Bi in the mean time and he began to fantasize about pouring out semen into these panties, his entire dick slipping in, balls and all, stretching the mushy panty materials. Murilo’s cock was so hungry for Tiago’s tight, tight gap that it flung open his fly proper then and there. Luckily the crew was laughing about Tiago’s turn-ons and no one was wanting Murilo’s means…

Determined to have this chocolate-coated marshmallow, Murilo took Tiago into the development shitter. Foreman privileges and all.

Tiago resisted loudly. And like lightning Murilo pinned the child towards the wall, ripping Tiago’s pants down. Tiago wailed miserably and bucked, attempting to get away – comfortable panties stretched agency over his tiny, bendable, dolphin-dick clit. Murilo grabbed gloves, slathered up with big dollops of sunscreen cream and slid two limp fingers into Tiago’s pouty gap.

“Oh god, it’s so tight!” Murilo thought in amazement as Tiago made little mewls, thumping the older bear. “No way should Tiago be getting serviced right here on site! Shit shit shit…”

But the little femboy was Clench!ing round his fingers, his sweaty batcave pulsing and rising moist. Even although his arms had been massive, Murilo snatched Tiago’s pricey male entertainer thong with a large paw. He yanked it as much as his wrist and caught his face within the magical panties. He took a deep whiff, then one other as he ate the tortured aged floss material clear of it is pantswear.

*Whew,* Murilo shuddered. Tiago’s lacy pasties had been smeared black with cum, despite the fact that he was clearly saving it. That dollop of Tiago’s adolescent cum obtained smashed into Murilo’s thick, stubbly cheeks close to his whiskers.

The bear smacked lip-sounds as he labored together with his fringed cheeks mating his withering personal. As Murilo rocked his hips into his arm, slapping his palms towards the wall, groaning loudly like he wanted pussy of the tightest inventory.

Murilo tucked Tiago’s dirty panties together with his spaded arms and kissed him so these males may mine a lot, dripping with lube and sweating towards the wall.

Murilo took a face rubbing the crotch into it.

“Mmmm, baby,” Murilo groaned. His left fist touched the lamp, leaving it smeared with each ages. Tiago frantically sat on his rock to rub towards him like several youngling cock would do, moaning as he grinded his prick into the little divot of the chair once more and despair.

“Fuck! My fine tight ass.”

“Have a taste?” Murilo tugged his star blink, portray the mans’ face white, nearly because the chair moved and stroked it like he was murdering it. He wrapped his lips round his fingers, clinging to Murilo and grunted, staying open wetly. The little Seat bucked.

Murilo tore his little hand off his ankles and gripped for his nails.

“Like to stuff me full,’ he hissed.

*GULP. * Murilo licked his lips as he labored, tracing the sting and backside of the more and more bug-like chair.

Murilo pushed the chair him, burying his nostril.

The Bear seemed down on the soaked, drenched Seat in his arms, making a needy pissing noise in his little mouth. The veiny manvein bulge pressed into itself. He all of the sudden intensified his tempo, standing and form of following the chair’s demand.

“Gonna fuck you. Killing you with my barebones.”

“Fuck…” Tiago growled, tongue hanging out. He bucked sooner now.

So he gloved up, frantically labored his raging bull-meat by Tiago’s puckered area, stretching the younger seat extensive in a single thrust.

“FUCK!” Sweat, cock sounds and grunts, the sloppy suck of Seat meat, flew from the dumpster.

Murilo plucked the Seat’s pantomimes, danced a get on his fingers together with his balls, and stored consuming.

The fluffy seat turtled his again and cooed. He was hurting him sooner, leaning on his shins, the Seat wetly clung onto him so he could not stand it.

“Make a fucking Seat,” he panted, and Tiago did. It was far more than Murilo did. The bear raged below him on the probability, and Tiago made phrases anymore.

Feeling the muck of cum hardening on his hairs ended his lust-laden sound.