Jensen Ackles: Bound and tied.

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Jensen Ackles: "Come taste my giant dick, now."

“Don't just stare at it, open your mouth. Now.” Jensen growled, reaching down to grip the back of your neck, his fingers digging into your skin to push you closer.
You obeyed instantly, parting your lips. Jensen didn't give you time to adjust, he shoved his cock forward, burying the head deep into your throat. You gagged, eyes watering, but Jensen only tightened his grip on your neck, pushing deeper.
“Take it all,” Jensen hissed, his hips beginning to thrust rhythmically. “Suck it like your fucking life depends on it. I want to feel every inch of your throat squeezing my cock.”
The sound of wet, sloppy suction filled the room. Jensen groaned, his head hitting the wall behind him as you began to work your tongue around the rim of the head, swirling it before sliding back down to the base.
“Yeah, just like that,” Jensen muttered, his voice dripping with dominance. “You're such a good little slut, aren't you? Just a hole for me to use.”

Jensen began to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming more aggressive, forcing your head back and forth. He watched with a smirk as you struggled to keep up, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth and coating Jensen's shaft in a glistening sheen.
“I'm gonna fill your fucking throat,” Jensen warned, his breath hitching as he neared the edge. “I'm gonna cum so deep in your mouth you'll be tasting me for hours.” The friction was intense, the wet heat of your mouth gripping him tight. Jensen's muscles coiled, his thighs flexing as he gave one final, powerful shove, burying himself to the hilt. He let out a guttural roar, his body shuddering as he blasted thick, hot ropes of cum deep into your throat.
He didn't pull out immediately, keeping you pinned there, forcing you to take every single drop of the load. Only when Jensen was completely spent did he slide out with a wet pop, leaving you gasping for air, a string of white cum connecting his dick to your lips.
Jensen looked down at you, a satisfied smile on his face. “Clean it up,” he ordered, gesturing to the stray drips on his thighs. “Lick every fucking drop off me.”

Jensen Ackles: Zip down, dick out, ready to play

“Do you like what you see, or are you just imagining how it feels to have me inside you?” Jensen took a slow, deliberate step forward, his still soft dick hanging between his open pants. The sheer size of him was overwhelming, the scent of musk and expensive cologne filling the air. He reached out, his large hand gripping the back of your neck and forcing you to look up at him.
“I can tell you're desperate,” he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips. “Your breath is shaking. You want this thick cock stretching you out, don't you?”
Without waiting for an answer, he shoved you backward onto the nearest surface. He stepped between your legs, his dick brushing against your thigh. He leaned down, his hot breath ghosting over your ear.
“I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name,” he growled, his hand sliding down to grip your ass, squeezing the flesh hard. “I want to hear you scream while I ram this cock deep into your tight little hole. You're going to take every inch of me, and you're going to beg for more.”

He shifted, giving his dick a few strokes, and just like that it was hard… He made you lay there, lifting your legs to rest over his shoulders, positioning the broad head of his cock right against your entrance, no condom, just the lube you had used to open yourself earlier. He didn't ease in, he gave one powerful, dominant thrust, burying his entire length inside you in one go.
“Fuck!” You heard his deep groan, his muscles locking up as he felt your tight walls clamp around him. “You're so fucking tight. God, it feels nice to be buried in you.”

Jensen began to move, his pace relentless. Each thrust was deep and heavy, his hips slamming against you with a wet, slapping sound. He reached down, grabbing your hips to anchor you, driving himself deeper with every stroke.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice strained with pleasure. “Look at how I'm fucking you. You're my little slut today, aren't you? Just a hole for me to dump my load into.”
The friction was intense, the feeling of his thick shaft sliding in and out of you sending sparks of pleasure through your entire body. He picked up the speed, his thrusts becoming shorter and more violent, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“I'm going to fill you up. I'm going to cum so deep inside you that you'll feel it in your throat.” With one final groan, Jensen slammed himself home one last time and held it there. His body shuddered violently as he erupted, pumping thick, hot loads of cum deep into your bowels. He groaned loudly, his forehead resting against yours, both of you panting in the sudden silence of the room, the only sound the wet slide of his cock as he slowly pulled out, leaving you leaking and spent.