This pose is called "Bigger on Fridays." Appropriately named, as it’s when his hunger expands and every part of him stretches—growing larger, and deeper, to welcome everything virile dicks have to offer.

Pumpkins, originally from South America, have become an essential food in Japan today. They were first introduced to Japan in the late 16th century. In Japanese, they are called "kabocha," a name said to have derived from “Cambodia.” Are you “kabocha‑ing” yet?

He sucked my cock with focused hunger as his boyfriend pounded his usual hole from behind. This is his way of bottoming: opened, used, savoring the mix of fluids, thrilled to let my foreign seed blend with his lover’s familiar cream, an organ that collects different men’s stains.

The result reflected me as the player, so it ended up clashing with how my OC would actually behave, lol. www.yiffpersonality.com

Bussying?

He buries his face at the steamed root of my cock, luxuriating in the sour, rank reek of my crotch. He drags in the stale mix of sweat and grime with a feral hunger, gulping the filth until the sheer musk alone seems to liquefy his thoughts.

He loves warm sticky milk, but nothing catches his attention like sweaty juice straight from the tap. Give it to him right after I finish, and he drinks eagerly, mouth open, hands steady. It satisfies his fetish and flushes me clean in one go. Efficient and hygienic.

Three seems to be the physical limit—not his, but the limits of space around him. From the center, he sinks his weight and bounces greedily, already stretched yet clearly craving more, frustrated only because there’s no room for anyone else to fit in. He looks hungry, like three still isn’t enough.

Brio 0.7.0 is now out! And now for something special, a celebration video (you can see all those Involved in the description of the video) The full changelog can be seen ingame (Please watch to the end! & make sure to watch in 4K :p) #brio | #worldofetheirys youtu.be/bGBMKA3q36w

He drove into me so relentlessly that I was shoved off the edge of the bed. Even then, he caught one leg and hauled me back, keeping his thick dick buried deep as he kept thrusting, pumping, and throbbing until his balls were completely spent inside me. Lovely @tapiocakitten.bsky.social's dick 🍆

As he snapped his hips up, his sheer thickness drove straight into my deepest point. My hole, worked wide and compliant, was nothing more than a warm, fleshy conduit molded to his girth—a mere tube for his load. All that remained was the finishing stroke: breeding me full while pinned in his arms.

Bussying?

My WoL digs into every detail, from positions to kinks. For him, it’s preparation; before "business" with two or more, he must know their triggers to ensure he exceeds expectations. Shyness might be a virtue, but there’s no room for hesitation when he'll play. Care to let me interview you?

His palm cups the swell he’s about to claim, slow strokes testing its weight. I slip my fingers through the narrow gap, answering his rubbing by finding his still-soft dick, drawing a quiet reaction from the heat hidden there. Both bulges swell just enough to show they won’t stay contained for long.

Sandwiched between a Raen’s dick and a Mid’s hole. A tangled architecture of lust, reeking of raw male musk. As the Raen floods my depths with his scalding potency, I pump my own virility deep into the Midlander—a continuous conduit of comingled slime, drowning us all in a thick, collective mess.

That system message I don’t like — “A party member has withdrawn. Recommencing duty finder matching.” Well, I also forget I’m queued sometimes and end up auto‑withdrawing a few times a year, lol.

Kneading the insides like raw clay.

A fallen angel, tempting men by night and by day, drawing them in and draining them through his hole. No matter how many times his walls are worked or his depths filled, he’s never satisfied—milking them until their balls are bone-dry. Maybe he isn’t Satan at all. Just a greedy incubus.👼

Many of you likely recognize this spot from the Sightseeing Log. The ground once looked like mere lichen, but with the recent graphical improvements, it’s worth a revisit. And what better way to admire the new textures than by pinning him down and plowing him doggy-style against the scenic backdrop?

Japanese strawberries are a global hit for their sweetness, but Japanese-ish knockoffs are already popping up. Remember the Shine Muscat? The seedlings were leaked, and now it's just low-quality fakes everywhere lol. I really hope our strawberries don't suffer the same fate.

His final thrust was heavy, deep, and devastatingly primal. He stilled, but the engorging throb of his shaft against the rim intensified as he began to pulse, jetting virile heat deep into an unresisting core. All the while, the grip on those thighs remained fierce, fingers digging into the skin.

My WoL always maintains his skills to repair his own gear and equipment. He also keeps his Desynthesis skills capped for anything he might need to break down.

Quote with your chest pic please and thank u

Spare the rod, spoil the catboy.

Riding. Grinding. Winding.

The mega-hit series 'Frieren: Beyond Journey's End'—with over 32 million copies in circulation—is back for Season 2 starting January 16th! 🦋 Make sure to watch it through official channels, guys... no pirating! lol 😉

Bussying?

After Doma Castle, he held me back—pinning my head against the wall as his thick shaft drove upward, plowing through my insides. He worked my soft, wet depth until I was thoroughly broken in, finally sowing his seeds deep within the soil he had claimed as his own. featuring @qiseannn.bsky.social

On the goldsmith’s bench, he forced my legs wide, setting his thick chisel to my opening. With heavy, deliberate blows, he drove it in, widening and shaping me as if I were raw metal under his hands. Again and again he struck, cutting deeper, until he finally flooded me full with hot, molten solder.

In Japan, we eat nanakusa-gayu on January 7th — a traditional New Year’s rice porridge made with seven spring herbs. The funny part is that four of those “herbs” are basically just weeds nowadays, and we never eat them at any other time of the year. They taste pretty grassy, lol.

"This is going in."

When I said, “I’m going in,” he dipped slightly, hips pushed back, body braced. I set the spit-slick tip against his tightly closed bud and murmured, “Open up for me,” pressing in, firm and steady. With a clean, satisfying resistance—wet and warm—he finally gave way, and I slid deep inside.

He sat me down onto his cock, then grabbed my ankles to pull my feet to his face. He inhaled the stink between my toes before shoving his tongue in, licking every inch of my steamy soles. His shaft surged with a fresh throb inside me as he came, his obsession with my feet fueling his full load.

The impact of him dropping his hips from so high drove his shaft brutally deep, the force jolting my entire body with every thrust. He clamped a hand over my head, holding me down so he could stay buried to the root, releasing his cum deep inside me purely on his terms. Beneath him, I was…

He pinned me against the wall and drove into me from behind, each thrust brutal enough to jolt my insides loose. He didn’t ease his way in—he shoved straight through me, ramming deep and hard, careless of the mess he made as he kept pounding and determined to leave his sticky mark inside me.

low-hanging fruit

In the past, I only stripped naked in private or secluded outdoor spots. But it all changed when a certain Xaela requested we have sex in public. That one encounter drew a crowd of like-minded people, and before I knew it, I became completely accustomed to fuck for an audience.😆

A tiny gap makes all the difference. Even if they look nearly identical, the meanings couldn't be further apart: 己 (Open) signifies "Oneself," 已 (Half) means "Already," 巳 (Closed) represents the "Snake." Precision matters—make sure you write them correctly.

Leander offered, "Perhaps you'd care to brighten yours with a pack or two of Angel Snacks? They're simply divine, I assure you!" I took his offer—only to be served his thick cock on the counter instead. Simply divine, just as he promised, especially when he filled me to the brim with his hot cream.

For the Qestir, words are lies. He stripped me and forced me down without a single sound, letting only his actions speak. In the heavy silence, truth narrowed to sensation alone—his ragged breath at my neck, and the raw, steady pulse of him deep inside, filling me with nothing but obscene noise.

I always thought time was expressed in either the 12‑hour or 24‑hour system, but in Thailand they use a six‑hour system — and apparently 7 p.m. is called "หนึ่งทุ่ม" → one thum (= one strike). I had no idea!

He sank me onto him, slow and agonizing. A terminal stretch that threatened to tear me apart—overwhelming presure forcing everything upward, crushing the breath from my lungs. As his massive weight buried deep, the tip reaching toward my heart, my consciousness began to slip into the dark.

He was stolen right from his hubby’s arms. Now, his cuck hubby is locked behind bars, forced to watch—but he’s not the only one getting a thrill. His sweet partner worships my cock with glazed eyes, clearly fueled by the heat of his hubby’s gaze. They both know this is exactly what they’re here for.

Spot the 7 Differences

2026 marks Falla’s 150th birthday and Britten’s 50th anniversary of his death (and there are plenty of other big anniversaries too). I prefer Falla, but I’m not likely to forget Britten—he was gay, after all.

He used every inch of himself, cycling it in and out from tip to root, over and over, doing nothing but stroking himself toward climax. The thrusts grew faster, rougher, until he suddenly sank into my deepest point and stayed there, pumping his load into me, throbbing and twitching. That was it.

In the jungles of Thavnair, the intense heat isn't just from the sun—it's the kind of heat that demands to be filled. Deep in the rainforest, our sweat-slicked bodies are already one, drowning in a humidity that tastes like us.

They say looking at the world upside down through your legs makes everything more beautiful. So I decided to try it myself—bent over, head to the floor. What do you think of my “view”?🏞️

He bound my wrists to the T-shaped pillar, lifted my hips, and pushed his thick cock inside, his left hand idly stroking my ass. “That’s it, good boy,” he said, guiding my mouth to his nipple. “How full I leave you depends on how well you use that tongue.” featureing @qiseannn.bsky.social

As he lay on his side on the table, I slid into him with force. Our bodies knocked together, keeping me from sinking all the way in, and he noticed it at once. He lifted one leg onto my shoulder, opening himself up so I could reach deep and unload inside him—quiet, without hesitation.