by Herbert Schweffe November 30, 2021
Justin sprayed his magnificent keeps all over Adrian's outstretched hands, as Clive and Gordon clambered desperately for their own greedy fist full .
by Herbert Schweffe February 09, 2018
Lord Hazelmere unleashed a fountain of hot spaff all over the marble floor. He hauled himself back into his trousers and left the room. From the shadows, his man-servant emerged with a Tupperware box and scooped up the holy juice for safe keeping.
‘’That’s some good keeps’’ he chuckled.
‘’That’s some good keeps’’ he chuckled.
by Herbert Schweffe August 13, 2018
In isolation wards where patients die alone, nurses fill rubber gloves full of hot doctor spunk, to simulate comfort.
As Grandma Trisha took her last dying breathes, a nurse lovingly attached a warm comfort glove to her ancient outstretched hand.
by Herbert Schweffe April 10, 2021
Barry thundered towards a massive orgasm and without missing a beat, Rick smartly grabbed the end of his foreskin, just as the tip of Barry's flesh chimney filled up like a protein balloon. Rick positioned his nostrils in line with Barry's shuddering trunk and released his grip...
by Herbert Schweffe November 15, 2017
Rancid bodily secretions that mingle in the cracks and folds around the male anus, ballsack and chode; creating pungent yet sickenly appealing scratch and sniff opportunities.
Though the cameras of the world were pointing his way, the German football manager couldn’t resist reaching deep inside his trousers to scoop up some of the sweaty discharge that had collected deep inside his arse crack. As he drew his gruby fingers towards his mouth he inhaled deeply, the intoxicating aroma of last nights spunk and this morning’s skid marks filled his nostrils. ‘Who cares about the score when you have all this delicious man muck collecting in your pants!?’ He sighed
by Herbert Schweffe October 30, 2018
by Herbert Schweffe November 15, 2017