Planet's Pinto Panty Porn Continued Part 2/2
Cherry Cherry Boom Boom (Formerly Planet's Pinto Panty Porn) 2/2
Here be the rest of the porn.
And my express ticket to hell
Zach presses his face against the black silk and lace inhaling all the scents of Chris. Part of him wants to stay here like this feeling the residual tremors of orgasm telegraphing across Chris' body but he also wants Chris braced against the wall and fucked until he can barely stand.
Zach sits back on his heels. His own erection painful and throbbing. He clears his throat before letting the command resound through the quiet bedroom.
"I want you to stand up and walk over to the far wall. Brace your hands against it and wait." For a moment there is no sign of life from Chris and Zach wonders if the game is up but slowly long legs move and Chris sits up. The skin of his face and neck is still flushed with blood and he's licking his lips in a desperate fashion. The bright blue eyes are dazed but they fix upon Zach.
"That wall?" Chris motions to the mostly blank wall that is only shared with the alley. Zach nods and Chris stands up a little unsteady but uses Zach's shoulder as a brace. The movement puts the black silk directly in front of Zach's face, he can't help but lean forward and rub his skin against the silk.
Chris takes a sharp breath. "I can feel your stubble through the material." Zach puts his hands on Chris' hips holding the other man steady. Carefully, Zach brushes his face over every inch of the black silk present to him. The prickliness of his recent hair cut brushing against Chris' lower belly.
"Zach." It's a whimper from Chris. Zach can feel the life coming back into the other man's cock.
"Go face the wall. Brace yourself on your hands." Chris nearly trips trying to follow Zach's command.
Zach rises from his knees and rummages through the beside table for the lube. His heart catches in his chest as he watches Chris lean forward placing his hands on the wall, arching his back just a little. Jeans and underwear are dropped in a pile as Zach steps behind Chris taking in the long line of his torso and the tension in his shoulders.
"Lean forward. Push out your ass. Show me how desperate you are for me to fuck you." Chris moans but does as Zach says. The dip of Chris' spine becomes deeper and he steps back a little from the wall. The panties move and tighten over Chris' ass. Zach wants to fuck the silk into Chris but knows that's impossible. Instead, he grabs the waistband pulling the panties down exposing pale skin. Zach works the material down to Chris' thighs making sure the front catches on Chris' cock.
Chris makes a small noise and Zach can't help but smile.
The dip of Chris' back makes a perfect spot for Zach to squeeze out a small pool of lube. The cool of the liquid makes Chris gasp and he almost moves but Zach smacks him gently on the ass.
"Stay still." Zach drizzles the lube in line from the little puddle on Chris' back down the crack of his ass.
"Think you can stay on those heels?" Zach leans close whispering in Chris' ear as he wets his fingers in the lube.
"Think you can ride it out while I fuck you as hard as I want?" Chris presses his forehead to the wall and mutters what might be a 'yes'.
Zach's fingers slip between Chris' cheeks. It's just a tease now lots of little touches landing on Chris' hole and trailing down to his balls. Zach pets gently until Chris mewls a little and moves his legs almost trapping Zach's hand between them .
"Need it don't you?" Zach's own breath is coming heavier and he's uncertain of how long he might be able to last once he's inside Chris.
"Zach." Chris' exasperated sound is enough to make Zach push a finger inside Chris' hole. Zach's name dissolves into a throaty moan as Zach works his finger slowly in and out.
"Should I make you take three or maybe four?" Zach works a second finger in while he talks spreading and scissoring them inside Chris' tight heat then a third.
"Want you. Want your cock." It's something that only happens when they are like this, their defenses are down and they don't have to pretend to be the smartest boys in the room. This indigence that they both succumb to.
Zach removes his fingers and grips Chris' hips hard. The heels change the angle and Zach finds himself pulling Chris back onto his cock. Chris' fingers scratch and grab at the wall until Zach's fully seated inside him. Zach moves one of his hands to Chris' shoulder. It's a bruising hold.
"Stay still." Zach isn't sure if he's talking to Chris or himself but neither of them follow his orders completely. Chris shifts his weight and is pushing back on his heels. Zach can feel the clench and release muscles around his cock and some visceral animal part of him wants to fuck Chris into the wall. It's a shuddery breath and a moment of concentration while that image plays across Zach's brain before he can move. Drawing back slowly hearing Chris' exhalations and feels the little shudders then without warning slamming into Chris hard rocking him onto his toes.
"FUCK ZACH." Again fingers scramble for purchase on the wall until Chris finds the hard rhythm that Zach sets. They rock together pushing Chris closer to the wall till he's braced on hands and elbows. Zach keeps pushing feeling the quiver of Chris' legs knowing those incredible shoes have him pushed onto his tiptoes. Driving relentlessly, Zach's own chest is tight and his own legs ache as he thrusts in and out of Chris' body. Time stretches and slows but also seems to speed up. Zach wants this to last forever but he feels his own body betray him. He's bare inside Chris feeling each ripple and caress of the other man's muscles. It's too much and Zach's vision swims with stars exploding across the backs of his eyelids.
They both gasp for air. Zach slumps across Chris' back kissing whatever skin he can.
"Zach." It's a painful whine. The position bows Chris' back into almost a contortionist's posture. Zach stands running his hands over Chris' hips feeling fresh wetness on the front the black boyshorts.
"Just a little more baby." Zach once again finds himself on his knees this time pulling the black silk down.
He's not sure whether he should destroy the sodden material or save it forever. Chris nearly stumbles on his heels as Zach makes him raise his feet at a time to step out of the panties.
"Just a little more," Zach whispers into Chris' flesh as he parts Chris' cheeks with his fingers then his tongue. They shouldn't bareback but this is an experience Zach can't miss, tasting himself from Chris. Chris leans against the wall fully, babbling as Zach licks him.
Zach laps gently, flicks of his tongue against Chris' hole slipping in and then retreating. Zach's hands rub the straining muscles in the front and back of Chris' legs. Zach plays for awhile tasting himself in Chris' hole until Chris' legs shakes uncontrollably.
Zach touches the backs of the shoes then caresses Chris' ankles.
"Step out of them." Zach holds first the left shoe and then the right as Chris leans against the wall for needed support.
Chris gives a little sigh of relief and stays pressed against the wall until Zach stands up behind him pulling him into a tight embrace.
It's a shuffle of arms as Chris turns and they share a soft kiss.
"So you like the shoes?" Chris says with a cheeky smile and Zach can't reply but groans into the other man's shoulder then pulls him toward the bed.
Here be the rest of the porn.
And my express ticket to hell
Zach presses his face against the black silk and lace inhaling all the scents of Chris. Part of him wants to stay here like this feeling the residual tremors of orgasm telegraphing across Chris' body but he also wants Chris braced against the wall and fucked until he can barely stand.
Zach sits back on his heels. His own erection painful and throbbing. He clears his throat before letting the command resound through the quiet bedroom.
"I want you to stand up and walk over to the far wall. Brace your hands against it and wait." For a moment there is no sign of life from Chris and Zach wonders if the game is up but slowly long legs move and Chris sits up. The skin of his face and neck is still flushed with blood and he's licking his lips in a desperate fashion. The bright blue eyes are dazed but they fix upon Zach.
"That wall?" Chris motions to the mostly blank wall that is only shared with the alley. Zach nods and Chris stands up a little unsteady but uses Zach's shoulder as a brace. The movement puts the black silk directly in front of Zach's face, he can't help but lean forward and rub his skin against the silk.
Chris takes a sharp breath. "I can feel your stubble through the material." Zach puts his hands on Chris' hips holding the other man steady. Carefully, Zach brushes his face over every inch of the black silk present to him. The prickliness of his recent hair cut brushing against Chris' lower belly.
"Zach." It's a whimper from Chris. Zach can feel the life coming back into the other man's cock.
"Go face the wall. Brace yourself on your hands." Chris nearly trips trying to follow Zach's command.
Zach rises from his knees and rummages through the beside table for the lube. His heart catches in his chest as he watches Chris lean forward placing his hands on the wall, arching his back just a little. Jeans and underwear are dropped in a pile as Zach steps behind Chris taking in the long line of his torso and the tension in his shoulders.
"Lean forward. Push out your ass. Show me how desperate you are for me to fuck you." Chris moans but does as Zach says. The dip of Chris' spine becomes deeper and he steps back a little from the wall. The panties move and tighten over Chris' ass. Zach wants to fuck the silk into Chris but knows that's impossible. Instead, he grabs the waistband pulling the panties down exposing pale skin. Zach works the material down to Chris' thighs making sure the front catches on Chris' cock.
Chris makes a small noise and Zach can't help but smile.
The dip of Chris' back makes a perfect spot for Zach to squeeze out a small pool of lube. The cool of the liquid makes Chris gasp and he almost moves but Zach smacks him gently on the ass.
"Stay still." Zach drizzles the lube in line from the little puddle on Chris' back down the crack of his ass.
"Think you can stay on those heels?" Zach leans close whispering in Chris' ear as he wets his fingers in the lube.
"Think you can ride it out while I fuck you as hard as I want?" Chris presses his forehead to the wall and mutters what might be a 'yes'.
Zach's fingers slip between Chris' cheeks. It's just a tease now lots of little touches landing on Chris' hole and trailing down to his balls. Zach pets gently until Chris mewls a little and moves his legs almost trapping Zach's hand between them .
"Need it don't you?" Zach's own breath is coming heavier and he's uncertain of how long he might be able to last once he's inside Chris.
"Zach." Chris' exasperated sound is enough to make Zach push a finger inside Chris' hole. Zach's name dissolves into a throaty moan as Zach works his finger slowly in and out.
"Should I make you take three or maybe four?" Zach works a second finger in while he talks spreading and scissoring them inside Chris' tight heat then a third.
"Want you. Want your cock." It's something that only happens when they are like this, their defenses are down and they don't have to pretend to be the smartest boys in the room. This indigence that they both succumb to.
Zach removes his fingers and grips Chris' hips hard. The heels change the angle and Zach finds himself pulling Chris back onto his cock. Chris' fingers scratch and grab at the wall until Zach's fully seated inside him. Zach moves one of his hands to Chris' shoulder. It's a bruising hold.
"Stay still." Zach isn't sure if he's talking to Chris or himself but neither of them follow his orders completely. Chris shifts his weight and is pushing back on his heels. Zach can feel the clench and release muscles around his cock and some visceral animal part of him wants to fuck Chris into the wall. It's a shuddery breath and a moment of concentration while that image plays across Zach's brain before he can move. Drawing back slowly hearing Chris' exhalations and feels the little shudders then without warning slamming into Chris hard rocking him onto his toes.
"FUCK ZACH." Again fingers scramble for purchase on the wall until Chris finds the hard rhythm that Zach sets. They rock together pushing Chris closer to the wall till he's braced on hands and elbows. Zach keeps pushing feeling the quiver of Chris' legs knowing those incredible shoes have him pushed onto his tiptoes. Driving relentlessly, Zach's own chest is tight and his own legs ache as he thrusts in and out of Chris' body. Time stretches and slows but also seems to speed up. Zach wants this to last forever but he feels his own body betray him. He's bare inside Chris feeling each ripple and caress of the other man's muscles. It's too much and Zach's vision swims with stars exploding across the backs of his eyelids.
They both gasp for air. Zach slumps across Chris' back kissing whatever skin he can.
"Zach." It's a painful whine. The position bows Chris' back into almost a contortionist's posture. Zach stands running his hands over Chris' hips feeling fresh wetness on the front the black boyshorts.
"Just a little more baby." Zach once again finds himself on his knees this time pulling the black silk down.
He's not sure whether he should destroy the sodden material or save it forever. Chris nearly stumbles on his heels as Zach makes him raise his feet at a time to step out of the panties.
"Just a little more," Zach whispers into Chris' flesh as he parts Chris' cheeks with his fingers then his tongue. They shouldn't bareback but this is an experience Zach can't miss, tasting himself from Chris. Chris leans against the wall fully, babbling as Zach licks him.
Zach laps gently, flicks of his tongue against Chris' hole slipping in and then retreating. Zach's hands rub the straining muscles in the front and back of Chris' legs. Zach plays for awhile tasting himself in Chris' hole until Chris' legs shakes uncontrollably.
Zach touches the backs of the shoes then caresses Chris' ankles.
"Step out of them." Zach holds first the left shoe and then the right as Chris leans against the wall for needed support.
Chris gives a little sigh of relief and stays pressed against the wall until Zach stands up behind him pulling him into a tight embrace.
It's a shuffle of arms as Chris turns and they share a soft kiss.
"So you like the shoes?" Chris says with a cheeky smile and Zach can't reply but groans into the other man's shoulder then pulls him toward the bed.