Log inSix Sentence Stories: "Tiger Twink" (Preview)
The following is an NSFW preview for my new Six Sentence Stories, which will be posted on Wednesdays, and will be exclusive to read only on Patreon & SubscribeStar. Enjoy the sneak peek! 😊
The purring tiger twink tightly clenched his striped ass around my slick gray shaft, letting out a submissive mewling noise belonging more to a bitch in heat than a mature college student, especially one being fucked by an older rhino like me. He didn’t simply lay there though, belting out fake musical cries of pleasure each time I pounded deeper in him, or settle on panting out my name and the Lord’s over and over. That beautifully striped posterior bounced back against my crotch, his tail brushed between my hard-earned abs and his sweating back, and the tiger twink guided my calloused palm downward to stroke his neglected member. He gasped out in even more higher-pitched euphoric trills as I jerked him off in synchronized masturbation with my bucking hips and lusting caresses of his athletic body, all five fingers admiring his toned muscles earned from hours of private lessons. After passively checking the clock and confirming that we had hours until the maintenance staff would arrive, I slowed down my eager thrusts to a slower tempo and simply admired watching my hard cock slowly, repeatedly pull out and disappear back inside the tiger twink—the football team’s dedicated water boy—who wouldn’t stop moaning for more. Yep, being a university coach had its perks.
The purring tiger twink tightly clenched his striped ass around my slick gray shaft, letting out a submissive mewling noise belonging more to a bitch in heat than a mature college student, especially one being fucked by an older rhino like me. He didn’t simply lay there though, belting out fake musical cries of pleasure each time I pounded deeper in him, or settle on panting out my name and the Lord’s over and over. That beautifully striped posterior bounced back against my crotch, his tail brushed between my hard-earned abs and his sweating back, and the tiger twink guided my calloused palm downward to stroke his neglected member. He gasped out in even more higher-pitched euphoric trills as I jerked him off in synchronized masturbation with my bucking hips and lusting caresses of his athletic body, all five fingers admiring his toned muscles earned from hours of private lessons. After passively checking the clock and confirming that we had hours until the maintenance staff would arrive, I slowed down my eager thrusts to a slower tempo and simply admired watching my hard cock slowly, repeatedly pull out and disappear back inside the tiger twink—the football team’s dedicated water boy—who wouldn’t stop moaning for more. Yep, being a university coach had its perks.
