I Am Ledgend

He bashed out the last few strokes and kaboom! There it went, spurting out energetically, some of the spooge flinging off to one side and a lot running over his hand and onto his tummy. He lay back again, let go and sighed. He began to feel that gorgeous drowsiness coming over him, and he closed his eyes with a smile and rolled contentedly onto his right and straight off the ledge, screaming in utter panic as he fell and now splattered into tiny pieces on the ground, thankfully missing all the passers-by but no doubt contaminating at least a few of them with droplets of hot cum.


“Hoooaaauuurrrggghhhhh,” she sighed vulgarly, lowering herself with great control and undisguised satisfaction onto his turgid rod. The girth of it was just magnificent, a veritable trunk, and it pressed outward beautifully against her walls. She was leaking minge butter down that shaft in no time, and not long afterwards he fired some dairy of his own up that pipe.