THIS CHAPTER HAS PISS IM SORRYš
Hours later, Elias snapped awake, his body jolting as the ground beneath him shifted. The musky warmth of Torvaldās flesh still enveloped him, but the haze of sleep had shattered. His fingers clung instinctively to the soft, wrinkled skin near the base of Torvaldās cock, his tiny form unnoticed by the slumbering giant. The air thrummed with a low rumbleāTorvaldās breathing, steady but stirring.
āGods, gotta piss,ā Torvald grumbled, his voice a deep, groggy quake that vibrated through Eliasās core. The giantās massive body shifted, a slow tectonic movement that sent Elias scrambling to hold on. His hands gripped tighter, his body sliding slightly along the warm flesh as Torvald adjusted himself. Eliasās heart hammered, but he stayed silent, desperate to remain undetected.
Suddenly, the cock twitched and rose, swelling slightly as Torvaldās enormous hand descended, fingers curling around the shaft. Elias gasped, his tiny form caught in the motion, dragged upward in the giantās grip. He squirmed, pinned near the tip, dangerously close to the slit of the piss hole. The world tilted as Torvald stood, muttering, āCāmon, letās make this quick.ā
Before Elias could react, a deafening roar eruptedāa torrential stream of piss blasted from the slit. The hot, acrid liquid hit him full force, drenching his body and stinging his eyes. He sputtered, clinging desperately to the slick flesh, soaked and disoriented as the giantās hand held firm, oblivious to the tiny figure caught in the deluge. The piss Was to much.
The end
That's all for piss sorry
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author