Lift In Tights 24 X 7! Got Legs Show Them!

Lift in tights 24 x 7! Got legs show them!

Damn. Love the vein and muscle exploding tights. ID?

George Retsinas

BRETT’S POV

 Finally the day had come to an end. After lots of activities for group bonding and competition, the first day of Christians Unite! Faith Camp came to a close. Being one of the two leaders for my group, I got the middle schoolers to bed and went back to my room. The other group leader, Nathan DeMarais, was already in the room when I got there. Nathan was a year older than me, and also one of the more popular kids at our college. Being in Student Council, wrestling, and baseball can help you rise the ranks. He wasn’t the worst person in the world, but I wasn’t about to call him my friend. He turned to face me, looking confused. 

 “Guess they didn’t know there would be two of us…” he pointed to the singular bed in the room. It was kind of weird, based on the fact that every leader room should’ve had two beds. Both of us were tired, so this wasn’t delightful. 

“Really sucks that we figured this out now,” I began, laying down my stuff. 

“Yeah,” Nathan grunted, jumping in the bed.

 “Sucks that one of us isn’t older, than we could probably say something.” The leaders ranged from ages 21-65, and the older you were the more power you usually had. Being the fact that we were both still in college, we were babies in the leader of power. 

“Yeah,” Nathan scoffed, then added, “it’s been a long day, so do you just want to share?” The last part came out in an awkward tone, but I was too exhausted to have thought about it. I still hesitated a little before I answered. 

“Sure.” I walked over to the right side of the bed, noticing him pipe a small smirk, before getting up to go to the bathroom. I pushed myself to the far right side of the bed, beginning to calm myself down. As I heard the door open, I noticed Nathan walk in with only his underwear. His tan, sharp physique looked over me had he laid his head at the foot of the bed. I had no idea why he didn’t have pajamas on or didn’t cover himself up. I could feel the heat off of his feet as he placed them near my head. They were huge! I must’ve never payed enough attention. 

“Woah!” I said, raising my head to look at him, “How big are these things?” 

“Only Size 16.” 

“Wow!” I don’t know why I said it so loudly, it was just so weird. He shrugged his shoulders and then pulled at the lamp string, turning the lights off. The room went dark, and Nathan shuffled a few times on the full-sized bed before falling asleep. I began to close my eyes, smelling a strange odor coming from nearby as I finally fell asleep.

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 NATHAN’S POV

 I brought my body to a complete stillness, making sure not to move. It was so hard to stay still when I was so eager. I’d had a crush on Brett Hanson for two years now, ever since I saw him come with his girlfriend to one of my wrestling matches. The fact that I got to sleep next to him is amazing, and now I could finally make him the perfect boyfriend. He made a weird face when I came in only in underwear, but it helps make the transformation smoother.


As soon as I heard is breathing slow down, I put my plan into action. Inch by inch, I moved my feet closer and closer to his head, until they were finally underneath his nose. I made sure to put them so that they were touching his nose through the thin layer of his pillowcase; that way if he woke up I would just say I just move a lot in my sleep. His breathing suddenly picked up, and I froze, thinking he might wake up, but then quieted down. I could feel his breath on my feet. Good, the process has begun.
I put a small alarm on my watch, making sure that it would wake me when it was time to take the next step.

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 3 HOURS LATER

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 My eyes shot open, the shock being more powerful than I thought. I looked around, remembering my surroundings before getting back to work. I felt something lightly touching my forehead, and I realized it was one of Brett’s feet. Brett before was only 5”10’, but if his feet were touching my forehead that must’ve meant he was and at least an inch taller than me now. Being 6’4” myself meant that he was probably around 6’5”-6”. I could also tell that his muscle mass had increased, for when I fell asleep he was at least a few inches away but I could feel the his hair on his body brushing mine. Even though it was dark, I could tell he had gotten a nice tan too from the heat bouncing off his body. It was time to start Step Two.


Gently, making sure not to tickle Brett’s enlarged feet, I pulled him more towards the foot of the bed. His hairier tickled my face, almost making me sneeze. Once I got his head to where it was level with my cock, I began to slowly pull down my underwear. It was so hard not to rip off his already tearing clothes; I could just see his hot body underneath. My cock was already fully extended to its 9 inches, so I just lightly worked Brett’s lips open and pushed it in. Brett, oblivious to what was happening in his sleep, began to suck. I pushed more and more in, making sure not to choke him but to keep a steady pace. After nearly 10 minutes, I felt him warm chin hit my bull nuts. I began to fall back to sleep, setting my alarm once more to the quiet noise of sucking


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3 HOURS LATER


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When I got shocked again, the outside had lightened up barely. I still had some time, but Step Three would have to be quicker than the last too.The sound of sucking had become louder, and almost as if it was more generous and meaningful. Somehow, Brett still hadn’t waken up, and that was a huge relief. I began to perform the last step, which would be a little harder than the others. My feet give the physical transformation, while my dick gave the mental. Brett said it sucked that neither of us were older, and I knew it was a joke, but for some reason I found him being a daddy would be really kinky.


I began the stressful project of slowly backing away from him. It was hard enough with making sure not to make a noise, but Brett was sucking so passionate it was hard to pull him off. After what seemed like hours of slowly backing away, I rolled over and backed up closer to him. I made myself comfortable, shoving his face right in between my buttocks. I closed my eyes as I felt the pressure build up inside of me. I grunted, pushing myself into the bed as I farted right into his face. I felt Brett begin to cough, but it was so strong that he passed out. He began to lick my butt in his sleep, which was probably part of the mental transformation kicking in. Each deep sniff that he took of my fart would age him a little more, so as I feel asleep for the last time I was excited to see my new boyfriend in the morning.


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1 HOUR LATER


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BRETT’S POV 

I flushed the toilet and washed my hands, looking at the beautiful body in front of me. If God wasn’t my number one, than I would’ve been. Being a basketball player back in college and becoming a trainer 10 years ago had really done good work to making me look like a god myself. I stomped out of the bathroom and saw Nathan sitting on the bed, in complete awe. 

“Something wrong?” I asked in my deep, rumbling voice. 

“No, it’s just,” Nathan cracked a nervous laugh, “you’re so beautiful.” 

“Haha!” I laughed, shaking the room a bit, as jumped on the bed. I placed my head on the headboard and laid my hairy legs over his. Nathan grabbed my feet as his pupils expanded. 

“Woah!” He said, looking at me and than back at them. “How big are these things?”

 “Only Size 18.” I lifted my left leg, shoving a foot right into his face. My feet were so big that I could only fit one on his face at a time. He began to sniff my foot before looking at me with those adorable, puppy-dog eyes that most kids have.

 “How old are you again?” Nathan asked, catching me off guard. He looked a little scared at first, but then I gave him a fatherly smile and he looked more comforted.

 “Kiddo,” I replied with, “How did you forget how old your daddy is?” 

“I just guess it’s a brain fart.” He smiled, knowing I would understand. I only have an IQ of 93, so I’ve forgotten a lot of things too. 

“41.” I replied with, and then grabbed his head and gave him a noogie. 

“Now let’s get going! I have a wife and three kids to get back to at home. If we’re fast we could still get to church on time too.” I got up off the bed; the floor beneath me creaked from all the pressure, and began to pack my clothes. 

“Brett?” Nathan asked, with a little hint of lust, “can we have a little fun before hand? I grunted, and then turned around to give him my stern face, but once again he was giving me the puppy eyes. I can never resist when kids do that. I got back on the bed and splayed my legs open as he got on top. I smiled as he began to bounce back and forth. I grabbed my reading glasses and snatched a Bible from the bookshelf. My cross necklace began to dance on my pecs from the party going down a few feet away.

 “Just remember, kiddo,” I said as my alpha male sperm began gathering up, ready to be shot, “it’s not Brett, it’s Daddy.”

Rebirth

Amy stared down at her body with blurred vision. She began to panic as her seemingly swollen hands traced down her body. Her rough fingertips gliding over the unfamiliar curves and grooves of her torso and the abnormal sight of her darkened flesh was nearly enough to make her faint in shock. The only thing keeping her mind from shutting off at that moment was the sight of the tight, grey boxers briefs that hugged around her wide, powerful hips.

Nearly falling out of bed, Amy awoke from her dream. She panted heavily as she tried to recall her visions.

“Shit,” she muttered to herself. “That damn dream again.”

Amy groaned as she dragged herself out of bed. The entire week she would awake from dreams of herself in a different body. Sometimes she was a gym coach or a bodybuilder but one thing that remained constant was the dark colored under that she would wear every single time. The dreams were odd, yeah, but Amy didn’t mind. She would never truly admit it to herself but she actually found the dreams exciting. So exciting that she found herself more disappointed when they ended than spooked at their scheduled occurrence. Amy always felt that she was a bit of a bland person but her sexual desires were a bit more than just “kinky.”

She wanted to be a man. She wasn’t gay and wasn’t uncomfortable in her own body but the idea of being a stud gripped her interest more than almost anything. She was in love with the idea of being worshiped as a muscled covered stud. Being a big, strong, virile man was her dream goal. “Emphasis on the dream,” she would say to herself. Sure it was upsetting that her fantasy would never come true but she was content with her current life.

While lost in thought, Amy nearly forgot that her classes started soon. She rushed to her drawers to get changed. She began rummaging through her panties when she discovered two pairs of briefs sitting underneath her underwear. One was colored in a deep, dark black and the other wore a familiar grey tint. She instantly recognized the pair from her dreams. She stumbled back a bit, anxiously trying to rationalize the situation to no avail. Her boyfriend wouldn’t leave his undies in her drawer, she’d be livid if he pulled that shit. He did laundry at his own place so there’s no way she mixed it up on her own. Amy remained puzzled and couldn’t think of a plausible explanation. She grabbed the pair of briefs and threw them in the back of her bag. She planned on talking to Brian about it after her classes were over.

Amy attended her classes but her mind was still fixated on the briefs and their relevance to her dreams. She always felt it was odd how unnaturally they seemed to squeeze her waist while she was in a different body. They seemed supernatural in a way. After her classes were over, Amy drove over to her boyfriend’s new apartment to ask him about the underwear and maybe take her mind off of things with a bit of couple’s time. When she pulled up, a frown stretched across her face as she saw an unfamiliar car parked outside of her boyfriend’s apartment.

“Uhg, great. He would be here of all days.” Amy groaned as she grabbed her keys. She completely forgot that her boyfriend had a new roommate moving in. She never met the guy but she knew the kind of friends that Brian usual hung out with. Greasy, weed-scented nerds that lazed around all day eating nothing but junk and take-out. Amy considered leaving but figured that the briefs would bother her more than Brian’s new roommate.

Amy knocked impatiently on the door, silently pouting to herself as she heard heavy footsteps stomp towards her. When the door swung open, her eyes met with a dark skinned, 6’3 behemoth of a man. She glared up at him, eyes wide at the sight of his buff, shirtless, figure. His shoulders and chest were layered with a thin coat of sweat that made his mounds of muscle shimmer in the light and his arms were thick and riddled with dark veins that ran down the length of his massive biceps and bulky forearms. Even his tight six-pack glistened as if his abs were polished just minutes ago. His handsome, chiseled face looked down at her with narrowed eyes while retaining a calm expression.

Amy began to stammer. “I-I’m sorry, I think I have the wrong apartment.”

She tried desperately not to glare to much at his muscles but when she felt her eyes fix on his gorgeous pecs, she turned around quickly to leave out of embarrassment.

“Wait.” A deep, adamant voice commanded before she felt a large hand wrap around her slender right arm. His grip wasn’t meant to be rude or frightening but it was unintentionally overpowering, it felt like he could tear her arm off if he applied just a bit of force.

“You’re Brian’s girl right?” Amy turned around carefully and nodded.

A smile crept over the stranger’s face. “Yeah! Amy is it? Damn, my bad. C’mon in, Brian’s helpin’ me unpack right now.”

The stranger’s giant hand weakened its grip from Amy’s arm and began to slide down the length of her skinny limb until it wrapped around her hand, gently pulling her inside of the apartment. He seemed warm and inviting but brutish in a way that both scared and aroused Amy. She felt as if he was the kind of man that she dreamed of being.

The stranger lead her to the room where Brian was in. He was setting down a heavy looking box before his gaze fixed on the two.

“Oh shit, you showed up,” he expressed excitedly with a smile on his face. “Hell yeah, I was meaning to introduce the two if you.”

Brian walked over and pulled Amy in close before greeting her with a hug and kiss. They both turned around towards the stranger who sat patiently in the doorway.

“Amy, this is Eric, the guy I’ve been telling you about.” Brian gestured a hand towards Eric and Eric gave a casual nod towards Amy.

Amy was still focused on Eric’s heavy-set figure but she managed to stumble out a simple hello.

Brian shot Eric a confused glance. “Why’d you take your shirt off bro?”

Eric let out a short sigh. “Welp, all that liftin’ and shit worked me up. Got a bit soaked is all. Not like I can change anyways, my clothes and shit are still at my old place.”

A few seconds of awkward silence passed while Amy clung to Brian before Brian began to speak again.

“Ey, I gotta plan. Amy, you help Eric unpack some shit while I grab his clothes?” Amy’s eyes widened in panic. She already felt awkward just being near him with her boyfriend next to her. She couldn’t possibly last any moment alone with him without getting caught staring at those big, sexy, guns of his.

Eric seemed to answer for her. “Shit, sounds good to me,” he said with a smirk.

Brian clapped his lands and began walking out of the room. “Good shit, I’m gonna start the car. I’ll be back in an hour, give or take. Have fun you two.”

Brian was long gone before Amy could muster up her protest. Eric’s voice boomed from behind her. “Don’t worry about helping, I’ll take care of the lifting and unpacking.”

“‘K-kay,” was all that Amy could stutter.

Spending time with Eric wasn’t as bad as she thought. He was a pretty chill guy, way different than she expected. They had a few mutual hobbies and she took interest in his athletic stories about his past wrestling matches. He was even kind enough to let Amy feel up on some of his muscles, though she felt a bit guilty for touching another guy, she couldn’t help but worship his herculean physique. As she slid her fingers between his abs, she began to recognize the contours of his body. They were the same that she felt within her most lastest dream. She began to piece things together before Eric let out a slight grunt as her fingers wrapped around his abs. She was unwittingly reaching deeper than she expected, her fingertips barely reaching inside of his shorts.

She pulled away quickly before letting out a barrage of sorries. Eric waved it off repeating “Don’t worry, don’t worry.”

The two sat in the same room, the awkward silence only being broken by the occasional heavy slam of one of Eric’s boxes full of crap from his old place. Amy noticed beads of sweat leaking down his legs. Her eyes wandered upwards to see an obvious bulge poking from Eric’s shorts that he was trying to hide subtly by covering it with his thigh or changing direction. It seemed like he was going commando. Amy began to plan in her head. It’s no coincidence that the briefs from her dream and the man from her dream were here in front of her. Maybe, her fantasy could finally be realized if she played the cards that she had been dealt with. She needed to match the conditions that dream presented to her if she wanted to fulfill her desires. And it starts with Eric slipping on those grey briefs.

“Hey, uhh, you’re kind of showing there,” Amy pointed out.

Eric swiftly covered his bulge with a picture frame that he grabbed from one of his boxes.

“S-sorry about that,” he muttered in embarrassment.

Amy mimicked a sigh and grabbed the grey briefs from her bookbag and threw them at Eric.

“Those are Brian’s, I’m sure he’ll be cool with it. Don’t worry, they’re clean.”

Eric let out a sigh of relief before saying “Thank God” as he slipped down his shorts. Amy could make out the first half of his thick, corded shaft before she averted her gaze. She waited until she heard the waistband of the briefs smack against his waist before looking back. The briefs wrapped neatly around him, they fit him perfectly. She couldn’t help but notice that his package looked especially exceptional. She gulped down hard as she saw his fat bulge grind against his shorts as he pulled them up his body.

“Good looks,” Eric said before getting back to unpacking.

“Don’t mention it.” Amy was so turned on by the sight before her. She grabbed her bookbag and went to the bathroom in a hurry without saying another word.

Amy sat on the toilet seat in the bathroom, her legs shifting back and forth as she tried desperately to tame her arousal. She was steadily getting more and more excited. Was this actually going to happen? She was still missing a few steps but she knew she was close. She looked back into the bag and grabbed the black briefs. They much fit into this somehow. She pulled down her tight jeans and took off her panties to replace them with the roomy briefs that barely clung onto her slender waist. She would get his body if it was the last thing she did.

Amy stepped slowly into the doorway, wearing nothing but the a bra and the black, unfitting briefs. Eric began to stumble on his words as she crept closer to him, eventually falling back on his bed. Amy shushed his as she pulled down his shorts and began running her hands up and down the length of his now throbbing bulge. She began making out with him, one hand scanning the surface of his powerful, bulky chest while the other ran up and down the length of his girthy black shaft as it hid underneath the tight, grey briefs.

She straddled on top of him, her back facing him as she undid her bra. His strong hands gropping her butt and thighs. Amy moaned and pushed down on his chest, urging Eric to lean back and enjoy. Eric did just that, he was more than eager to enjoy the ride. Amy had another plan in mind. She slid her legs into his briefs carefully to join him inside the tight undies. The squeeze was tight but she managed to fit inside.

Eric let out a moan and a slight chuckle. “You must be one kinky chick.”

Amy let out a devious grin as she eased herself further down into his briefs, enjoying the feel of his fat, throbbing cock sliding between her cheeks. She eased down on his body and let the waistband of the briefs close on their bodies. As the waistband smacked against her soft stomach, she felt her body pull into his, almost as if she were sinking. Eric began to moan with pleasure but Amy didn’t know how to react. She cautiously pushed her butt and legs further inside of Eric’s body until a new sensation coursed through her.

Her thick, feminine curves twisted and morphed into strong, meaty contours that she could only describe as “firm” and “manly.” What grabbed her attention even more was the unnatural feeling in her pelvic region. The familiar presence of her vagina vanished, instead replaced with a new long, thick, and throbbing form. Eric continued to moan but when Amy looked down, her lower half had vanished inside of her body. She struggled to move her new heavy legs but was instead more focused on her new aching cock.

It was quite the size. A girthy eight inch python hung between her legs, pulsing with every second. Amy winced after every throb, sometimes even squeezing her eyes shut every time she felt her new member ache. Her beefy legs, her loaded balls, her thick raw cock, everything felt so heavy. But it felt so good. The shocking sensation of her new body nearly overwhelmed her, she couldn’t help but moan out in pleasure once she attuned to her new dick. She wanted more. She wanted all of Eric’s body. She leaned back further onto his massive frame, letting hi ripped chest absorb her frail figure. Eric moaned and grunted just as if Amy was still riding him. He was completely unaware of her actions.

Amy could feel Eric’s shredded, sweat coated abs rub against her back as she settled on top of him. They felt like stone as they caressed her back. So hard, so firm. It felt even better as she sunk into his giant torso. After her body was completely absorbed by Eric’s bulky mass, she threw her head back in pleasure. Her pecs were large and meaty, just like she had dreamed of. The absence of her breasts shocked her but her astonishment quickly vanished after she felt the overwhelming presence of her new mighty chest. Amy’s hunky chest swelled in size with every breath, making her feel even larger every time she took air into her powerful lungs. Her abs tensed up as if she was sucking in her stomach to show off their defined, lean appearance. They felt so hard, so heavy. The sensation felt so straining but felt so damn good. She could feel strands of sticky precum squeeze out of her cock as her abs pushed against her dark flesh.

She threw her arms onto his and let them disappear into his big, black cannons. She could instantly feel Eric’s muscular arms become her own. She balled her hands up into fists and began to flex, letting her biceps swell with strength. The black skins covering her massive guns pulled taut over the raw amount of sheer muscle covering her arms. The veins scattered throughout her muscled limbs throbbed against her skins. She loved everything about this body, especially how hairy and muscular her pits were. The muscles lining the edges of her deep hairy armpits made her feel more masculine than ever, she loved how they felt as she flexed her arms. The harder she flexed, the more precum leaked out of her aching rod. Her cock, along with her giant muscles felt extremely powerful and stiff and she loved every second of it.

Amy just couldn’t wait any longer, she threw her head back and let the rest of her body disappear inside of Eric. Her vision was a blur, the only thing bringing Amy back to conscious was the aching that she felt around her crotch as the tight grey briefs choked her fat, black cock.

She sat up in the bed, inspecting her new form. She was finally in the body of her dreams. The sculpted, beefy chest that she owned in her fantasies, the giant, muscle covered arms that she wished for for years, and the thick cock that she dreamt of stroking. Now, she could finally enjoy her new life as Eric. She leaned back and started rubbing her new gorgeous physique, letting her giant hands glide of her giant biceps, her thick forearms, and her heavily built chest. She gripped and squeezed her pecs tightly, feeling their firm mass fill her palms. Chist they felt amazing. She wanted more. Her hands slowly moving down and down, moving past her ripped abs and down to the waistband of the tight boxer briefs. She slid them down to reveal her cock, her aching new member that practically begged to be released. It was just as massive as it felt. It’s pink tip was covered in oozing precum, some strands even trickled down her thick, veiny shaft. She eagerly began stroking it with her right hand while the others felt up and down her muscle packed body.

She never knew how fucking great it felt to stroke your own cock. She was blown away by the pleasure, the sensation of a tight hand jerking up and down her thick shaft. She moaned deeply as she stroked it over and over, groping her giant muscles while she inched closer to blowing her load. He flexed her free arm and sucked in her abs, making her muscles even more defined and powerful. She loved her massive biceps, she loved her thick hairy forearms, she loved her big meaty pecs, and she loved those firm, packed abs. Her muscles began to tense all over her body, she was about to cum. She sat up and began jerking her cock faster and faster, nearly reaching her climax before she heard the bedroom door creak open.

Her eyes widened as she saw Brian standing in the doorway with a look of astonishment and awe in his face. His surprised expression slowly turned into a slight grin.

“You know I hate when you get started without me,” he said cockily as he slowly began stepping towards Eric.

Amy was confused. So confused that she didn’t even give a reaction. Maybe reality had altered after the merge was complete? She didn’t have a clue but she went along with it, playing her new role as Eric.

Brian walked up to the edge of the bed and got on his knees. He kneeled before Eric and wrapped his hand around his hard, leaking cock.

“I get so jealous when my big hunky boyfriend starts without me.”

Brian slowly stroked Eric’s cock before shoving it inside of his mouth, letting his tongue wrap around Eric’s shaft. Amy winced. The action was so sudden. So unexpected. So…hot. She never noticed before but Brian looked like the perfect twink. He was thin, but fit, and he always had such a cute looking face. The kind of boyfriend Amy would want if she were a guy. It all made sense then. She threw back her head as Brian slowly began sucking on her cock.

“Yeah, suck that dick,” Amy said as her giant hand wrapped around Brians head, slowly pushing his face further onto her cock.

Brian was loving every second. Letting Eric’s fat dick defile his mouth as he gripped his giant, muscular thighs. He especially loved how Eric pushed his head down on his dick while he slowly sucked up and down his shaft. After Eric’s cock reached the back of Brian’s throat just a few more times, Eric finally pulled out of his mouth, his dick wet with spit. Eric pulled up Brian and began kissing him. He pulled Brian in close, letting his god-like figure press into Brian’s submissive form. Eric’s meaty arms wrapped around his boyfriend’s back as they made out, giving Brian a hard on. Eric immediately noticed and began rubbing his raw, black cock against Brian’s growing bulge.

Eric’s hands felt down Brian’s back, eventually reaching his ass. Eric squeezed his butt nice and hard before pulling down Brian’s pants to pull out his hard cock. Eric’s giant black member rubbed against Brian’s, covering it in ropes of leaky precum.

“You want to take this cock don’t you?” Eric asked in that deep, manly voice of his. Brian was so turned on that he could barely speak, only replying with fast, eager nods. Eric gently swung Brian towards the bed and laid him down, pulling off his pants and underwear right as Brian was on his back.

Amy was completely in the zone. She was totally obsessed with her new role as Eric. She was born to be this big. She grabbed her thick, leaky rod and began jerking it as she towered over Brian’s squirming, naked form. She pulled him closer with one giant hand and began pushing her fat tip against Brian’s tight hole. Brian’s asshole squeezed tight around Amy’s tip as she continuously teased his ass. Brian moaned softly, looking up at Amy with narrowed eyes, begging her to fuck him.

Amy asked in a deep voice, “You want this dick huh?’

Brian begged and begged for Amy to slide inside and she was happy to oblige. She slowly slid her cock inside of Brian’s tight ass, feeling his tight squeeze wrap around his thick black shaft. She pushed deeper and deeper into Brian’s ass, pressing her muscular body onto his while she kissed him. She pushed until the base of her thick, black rod touched the entrance of Brian’s ass. Brian moaned uncontrollably and Amy made deep grunts, surprised by the sexy sensation of Brian’s tight ass. Amy grabbed Brian by the hips and began thrusting into his repeatedly. She looked down at her body, watching as her sweat covered pecs vibrated with every pound and how toned her tight abs looked as she continuously pumped her fat cock into Brian’s asshole. He felt tighter and tighter with every stroke, his ass was slowly attuning to Amy’s fat cock. She gripped his hips even harder, letting her pump into him even faster and allowing her giant arms to flex as she fucked him. Brian’s moans filled the air but Amy was focused on the wet smack that spread through the air as Amy slammed her muscle covered body into her boyfriend’s

Brian was on cloud nine. He could feel Eric’s thick cock throbbing inside of him, leaking all over his walls. He tried to clamp down as hard as he could but he was so thick that he found it almost too difficult. He tried desperately to milk Eric’s cock with his tight butt. It felt so good having his big hunk of a boyfriend lean over him as her fucked him senseless. He wrapped his legs around Eric’s waist, shoving his cock inside even deeper, letting his ass milk that thick black shaft of his. Eric slammed his hands onto Brian’s arms, pinning him to the bed while he pounded his ass. Faster and faster, Eric thrusted inside of his boyfriend, rubbing against and massaging his prostate just right. Brian squirmed uncontrollably as he looked up towards his stud of a boyfriend.

Amy’s eyes narrowed towards Brian. “Cum for this dick, cum for me!” She demanded over and over, pounding him harder after every command. Brian couldn’t hold his composure any longer. His cock erupted, shooting a fat load of cum onto his chest as Eric pounded his ass. After watching her boyfriend cum hands free, Amy was thrown into a frenzy. With every ounce of stamina, she fucked Brian as hard as she could, eager to fill up his ass with her seed. Brian’s hole began to clamp harder and harder as his cock continued to leak strands of cum. With a loud roar, Amy shot her fat load of cum inside of Brian’s tight asshole. She filled her boyfriends ass up with her hot, sticky seed, pushing it in deeper and deeper with her cock, coating Brian’s walls with white. Amy’s chest fell on top of Brian once again as she kissed him passionately, rubbing her defined muscles all over Brain’s naked bod. Amy plopped beside her boyfriend in bed, wrapping her giant arms around him once more. She pulled Brian in close and held him tight. She was meant to be a hunk, and she was glad that she had such a great boyfriend to share her amazing body with.