I remember when I posted a bunch of these (ah yes burnt);
A Lube In Time
On a wanting and lusty morning, Link sat between the sheets. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His ass ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Sheik to love someone with a beautiful chest?
Sweaty, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a hot sexy sex toy, all on a summer's day. I wish my Sheik would fuck me, in his own burnt way..."
"Do you?" Sheik sat down beside Link and put his hand on Link's cock. "I think that could be arranged."
Link gasped roughly. "But what about my beautiful chest?"
"I like it," Sheik said fastly. "I think it's juicy."
They came together and their kiss was So steamy like Sheik and Link's last truss.
"I love you," Link said huskily.
"I love you too," Sheik replied and fucked him.
They bought a fox, moved in together, and lived orgasmic ever after.
Link finished packing. Ever since Sheik, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Link had been nostalgic.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing stripped him, all was inflamed. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going on a bridge to become a sticky handcuffs.
Just then, there was a kinky knock at the door. Link opened it and stood there fluently for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his arse.
When Link came to, Sheik was holding his hips and looking delicious. "My love," Sheik said teasingly, "I'm sorry for the abundant shock. I've been shipwrecked on an euphoric island for the last ten years, living like a bowling ball wouldn't. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my cock in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Link could hardly believe his Sheik had returned. "I will always love you, cock or no cock. Besides, you can cover it up with a princess."
They embraced impendingly and vowed to never be parted again.
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A Lube In Time
On a wanting and lusty morning, Link sat between the sheets. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His ass ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Sheik to love someone with a beautiful chest?
Sweaty, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a hot sexy sex toy, all on a summer's day. I wish my Sheik would fuck me, in his own burnt way..."
"Do you?" Sheik sat down beside Link and put his hand on Link's cock. "I think that could be arranged."
Link gasped roughly. "But what about my beautiful chest?"
"I like it," Sheik said fastly. "I think it's juicy."
They came together and their kiss was So steamy like Sheik and Link's last truss.
"I love you," Link said huskily.
"I love you too," Sheik replied and fucked him.
They bought a fox, moved in together, and lived orgasmic ever after.
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Orgasmic Love
Link finished packing. Ever since Sheik, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Link had been nostalgic.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing stripped him, all was inflamed. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going on a bridge to become a sticky handcuffs.
Just then, there was a kinky knock at the door. Link opened it and stood there fluently for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his arse.
When Link came to, Sheik was holding his hips and looking delicious. "My love," Sheik said teasingly, "I'm sorry for the abundant shock. I've been shipwrecked on an euphoric island for the last ten years, living like a bowling ball wouldn't. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my cock in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Link could hardly believe his Sheik had returned. "I will always love you, cock or no cock. Besides, you can cover it up with a princess."
They embraced impendingly and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was creamy.
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