You were at the beach with some friends from school. You were laying in the sand, tanning, when a man caught your eye. The muscled, tattooed behemoth was walking down the beach, his tight white speedo riding into his deep bubble butt. As he walked to the water his enormous cheeks jiggled and bounced. You began drooling as you fantasied about feeling the gigantic ass and the man attached to it, your pants tenting. Your friends noticed and began to tease you about it. You ignored them and after a fee hours you decided to take a nap under an umbrella.

You didn’t notice your buddies leave the area to talk to the man, or see them slip him a fifty. The only thing you noticed is that when you woke up, you were buried up to your neck in sand. And that the man was walking over to you while your friends sat and watched in glee. The man grinned at you, and wordlessly turned around, shaking his ass over your face and giving you a nice view,

“You know, this is a great spot to tan,” he said, feigning ignorance, “i think ill sit here.” And as his beautiful butt desended onto your face your friends started hollering and laughing their asses off. You felt his wet cheeks press over your face, the weight of them smothering you as you breathed in the salty musk from a combonation of his taint and the ocean. He rubbed in, your face completely hudden from view as he relaxed onto your face, shifting every so often so you could breathe.

Jokes on them, you think, they left enough space in the hole for you to jack off,

Jokes on you, the man thinks, hes been holding in his farts all afternoon

(Happy four years everyone)

Eros

來看看

Brooke Bush - Clayton Bush appreciation post 

Hot socks

@chicagopreppyblacksocks @blacksocks1980 @socksandskins

Damien caught his brother smelling his feet. He figured if he liked them so much he should be as close to them as possible. Of course the transformation is permanent but he wont mind. The life of his socks is great, they love serving his feet, taking in their musk and sweat all day and night, its pure bliss for them getting to be wrapped around such powerful feet. Just ask Damien's ex...or whats left of him anyways.

Oops!!

“Oops, I dropped my pen.” , hunter says as he purposely drops his pen to the ground while keeping your gaze. Hunter is a notorious gas bag that loves to play pranks and jokes using his well defined ass and rancid gas. Hunter began to bend down displaying his huge ass, a size that could only be accomplished by a combination of hard work and genetics. My view eclipsed by his cheeks and he continued to bend down looking for his pen. Then, a loud torrent of gas exits his ass along with a vile smell. My eyes water and a cough at the smell of burning garbage as he kept searching for his pen. A minute passes as he continues to rip the same fart that has my nose hairs burning from the scent. “Did you find it yet?” I manage to get out between the coughs as I look down at Hunter wondering what’s taking so long.I look down at Hunter that he is already holding the pen in his hand with a look of pure relief on his face. “Yeah almost got it” he says as the gas momentarily stops. “Hold on I have to reach for it.” Hunter says then you hear a grunt as the loudest fart you’ve ever heard hit you right in the face. You cover your nose as you began to dry heave from taking that nuclear bomb to the face. “Ahh got it, what’s got you all messed up?” Hunter asks with a sly smile.