Request Promos

R1. I push my body back into his as he fucks me good and rough, taking me how he wants it. I’m begging for it. His hand forces my head forward and he growls as he ties the cloth around the back of my head and pulls himself upright. He grabs the cheeks of my ass and pulls me into him with each thrust. He begins spanking me. So hard the sound is deafening. So hard I feel my skin splitting. It feels like I’m bleeding but the sting is worth it. Nothing else feels so good. ---

R2. “Nnf,” a moan is **** out of me as his hand comes down on my cheek with a sudden CLAP! “Fuck,” I sound as the other is met with a similar SLAP! He continues this until my face is buried in his paperwork and my ass is **** up while he spanks me red. My knees buckle but punishment awaits if I don’t adhere to his orders. Still, it’s hard not to trip when he whacks me this good. It must’ve been a bad day. ---

R3. No panties. Seems about right. “Nnf!” I hold the tip of my rod to her lips. “Heh,” I laugh. “You like that, bitch?” I ask her as I wiggle the head around her hole. “Fuck~,” she moans. “I do.” I hold her scarf in my left hand and press against her back with my elbow, bending it back to hold her in place while keeping her breathing limited. “Mmn,” we both moan. I pull her hair and shake her head around with my free hand. “Fucking whore,” I throb as I insult her. I spit to the side of her head with half impacting the mirror next to her face, and the rest being smothered in her hair. I rush my angry cock through her entry and she grits her teeth as she moans heavily from my sudden movement. She holds the sink as I rail her harshly and **** her mouth to my spit. “Lick it, bitch.” ---

R4. He spanked and slapped her all over until she bled from both sets of cheeks. He busted her lip with his fist, rubbed his cock in her blood and shoved it up her ass. She bled and couldn’t help her muffled screams when he went in her ass. He came again and again and when he couldn’t cum anymore, he shoved things in her holes as placeholder. He pissed on her when he needed it and spit on her when he felt a buildup. It’s been days now but I’m waiting for officials to bust down that door. ---

R5. She rubs the back of her hand on his boxers until dry of his spit, and turns to bundle them in her fist and rips them right off. Kamoshida is pulled back and upward from the her pull and his legs lead in dropping to the floor. His knee hits the ground to bruise the bone and his hands slap the floor to break his fall. “Uh…” his jaw lies agape, feeling both humiliated and ultimately dominated. His crown drops to the ground and rolls into the corner. “Now,” she leans down and repeats in his ear. Carmen rises into the ear and he crawls away with his balls slapping his thighs and dick hanging sadly to the stone ground of the dungeon. “What to do with you,” she stands with a hand on her hip and looks across the cell to Akira - arms tied behind his back, legs crossed and seated, chains hitched to his biceps, and a dark tape reserving his lips. ---

R6. We both orgasm with the power of a god, and her squirt shoots from the bed to the floor a good while away. The floor which is joined by another few hard spurts. We both shake against each other all the while during, and grip tight. So tight, I end up leaving her with a bruise. Our treats pulsate and drool over each other, making a mirrored mess of our faces. I see the drool drip freely from her cheek to her chin, and I feel some of my own as well. I spit at her other cheek on the come-down before shoving in a few of fingers. The best feeling I’ve felt in a while. Something that can make me forget about the kink in my plan. We both fall back and catch our breaths. Easily, the feeling of great pleasure escapes me. I want to go again. ---

R7. Kei was feeling the exact things she had, and was about to speed things up again. He pulls her into a more dominant position and holds her arms back while pushing her back forward, and holding her bent over while he fucks her tightening hole with utmost speed. Only standing, Sailor Sensei grows weak quick. “Ahn! Ooh, fuck!” She falls to the ground but he doesn’t stop. Laying on the cold steel floor of her ship, she keeps her ass up for him to do what he will. ---

R8. She unzips her skirt and wiggles it down her legs before crawling forward to him at his seat. She nears him and he raises his leg to rest his shoe on her left eye. He stares into the spirals from her right eye and smiles. “Show the people what you’re made of.” She reaches back with her right hand and reaches underneath with her left, relying on my foot to keep her weight. She pulls her underwear to the side while providing a show for the crowd.”You having a good time?” Duval yells to the crowd. They keep their blank expressions while clapping, cheering, whistling. I kick my foot up and let her drop to the ground. “Up,” he orders. ---

R9. “Tight fucken ass-pussy, you like that? You like that, bitch?” I can barely make a noise with my breathing, I can barely manage enough air to survive their blackening. “M-hm,” I whimper. My throat clears up as the nigger crouches to look at me. My sight hazy, breathing thrown off, and tongue hanging loose. “You a man-slut,” he laughs. The other laughs too. He smacks me again, bruising my cheek again. “Fucking bitchboy. Fucking whoremeat, give him to the others.” I lose all sense of self and am carried away to my wife, about to be fucked together. ---

R10. We’re often staring into the gym from a discrete window to spy on auditions though. Everybody knows about it but nobody really does anything about it. “Again?” Tawhy turns the corner of the gym to see us as we always are. “You guys need to get some pussy,” she jokes. “Daniel’s mom is auditioning,” Tony explains with a smile on his face. “Fuck, no way,” she laughs and climbs the stone blocks to join us. It’s one thing with us watching - somethingg entirely different with my crush here. ---

R11. Farmer Black unbuckles his belt and slips it out while positioning himself to Tess’ rear. Hardening with a few quick strokes, he glides it in while resting his hands at her ass. She was the perfect height for it. JRHNBR. And if not, she would be restrained in such a way that made her so. Meanwhile, Mary finds herself at the fence, staring and neighing through her gag at the few cars that pass. It was a problem that not many people would even show up. It was a problem that she couldn’t even scream. Still, all along and back did she gallop around the perimeter to get some sort of attention - an attention she never found. Falling into desperation, she finally turns back in the farmer’s direction with a look of pity, only to find a few feral stallions had snuck up on her. ---

R12. Frisk’s balls hung to his knees and his limp cock drooped even further. Even still, Toriel wasn’t phased. Perhaps she was used to that sort of thing. (Cut to Asriel’s conception) As she leads the way through the catacombs, Frisk keeps the expression of a blank slate and sits back on a boulder to please himself. He starts by running a finger along the length of his MONSTER COCK and feels the blood begin to fluctuate. He feels his balls begin to pulse as they hang against the stone and wraps his hand around his girth, barely making it halfway. And it’s not at full mast just yet. He begins to stroke until the half of his meat slaps against his forehead and begins to throb often. Frisk eyes Toriel as she continues away and fantasises about the fun they could have. ---

R13. Starting softly, I drool from my cocktip before shooting harshly toward myself. After the first shot, Dylan grabs my member to face him and I shoot a string upward to his face. The next following shots burst up his chest, down his stomach, and then to mine. I twitch and throb as my penis is milked and he lets go once there’s nothing left. “Nnh!” I **** a beat in my cock to push the rest out slowly, and it pools at my waist. “God damn,” Dylan lets out, absolutely out of breath. He feels the cum struggle to be free as it leaks down my hole. He plucks his dick from me and I hear an awkward sound of bubbling from my hole as it seeps out slowly. He drops next to me and holds my hand. “That’s it,” he tells me. “I’m fucked.” Before I know it, he falls asleep. I kiss him on the cheek and just lay there, catching my breath. With my spare hand, I grab at my phone to message Alea. It seems she’s sorted everything for tonight with messages like, “Don’t worry, take it for the night.” “Sorry,” I tell her. “Maybe you’ll wanna clean these sheets.” I see her typing… “No way. That’s all you.” ---

-Dragon