“Fuck… I can’t… it’s too good…” he groaned, his voice a raw, desperate plea, his body surrendering to the tentacles as they pushed him deeper into a pleasure so intense it felt like it might break him.Ethan’s mind was a haze of raw, primal need, his straight-jock bravado shattered by the overwhelming pleasure consuming him. Gay porn His eight-inch cock, still rock-hard and throbbing, stood proud against his abs, the swollen head glistening with a bead of precum that dripped onto the chiseled ridges of his stomach. Finish me off!” he growled, his deep voice carrying a cocky edge, as if the tentacle could understand him—or maybe it could, who the fuck knew in this crazy-ass dream? It hit that spot inside him again and again, sending explosions of pleasure through his core, making his cock twitch, his balls throb, his abs clench with every wave. His thighs, massive and defined, could crush a tackle dummy, and his calves were sculpted knots of muscle, honed from years of sprinting across the pitch. The tentacles seemed to know every secret spot, every nerve that could make him tremble.
