Daddy Noc - Jake Long | American Dragon
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Jake was the name of the red dragon. He had the body of a tank: broad shoulders, pecs that swelled with every breath, abs cut sharp over a yellow belly, and thighs that looked like they could split a log. His crimson wings folded against his back when he wasn’t using them to intimidate, and the black crest with green streaks fell over his forehead with a permanent air of arrogance.
That night he hadn’t come to talk.
He shoved his jeans down to mid-ass, leaving that round, tight rear exposed, the green-red tail swaying with slow, predatory ease. He looked back over his shoulder, fangs showing in a crooked grin, and leaned a little farther. The denim stretched tight across his hips. He wanted to be seen. He wanted to be wanted.
It didn’t take long.
Two males moved in from the front. Jake dropped to his knees without being asked, thighs spread on the floor, his cock already hard and heavy between his legs, dripping. He dragged his tongue across his lips and opened his mouth. The first cockhead pushed against his broad, hot tongue. The second smeared against his cheek. Jake groaned, a deep wet sound, and started sucking like he meant it, eyes half-lidded, spit mixing with precome.
They didn’t last.
The first load hit him across the muzzle. The second streaked his forehead and slid down his neck. Jake didn’t pull away. He opened wider, stuck his tongue out, and took what they gave him, panting, his own cock throbbing against his thigh. Cum ran down his chin, smeared his yellow chest, and shone on red scales. His face was wrecked with pleasure and he didn’t care at all.
When he stood back up he was still dripping. He tugged the tiny green thong back into place—it barely covered anything—ran a hand over his glistening abs, and crossed his arms, smiling like the world owed him something. On his belt, the little green creature that always rode with him peeked out, looking amused and complicit.
Jake licked a streak of cum from the corner of his mouth.
“Anyone else?” he asked, voice rough, cock still hard and poking over the waistband.
Nobody in the room was going to say no.Download the animation here
Jake was the name of the red dragon. He had the body of a tank: broad shoulders, pecs that swelled with every breath, abs cut sharp over a yellow belly, and thighs that looked like they could split a log. His crimson wings folded against his back when he wasn’t using them to intimidate, and the black crest with green streaks fell over his forehead with a permanent air of arrogance.
That night he hadn’t come to talk.
He shoved his jeans down to mid-ass, leaving that round, tight rear exposed, the green-red tail swaying with slow, predatory ease. He looked back over his shoulder, fangs showing in a crooked grin, and leaned a little farther. The denim stretched tight across his hips. He wanted to be seen. He wanted to be wanted.
It didn’t take long.
Two males moved in from the front. Jake dropped to his knees without being asked, thighs spread on the floor, his cock already hard and heavy between his legs, dripping. He dragged his tongue across his lips and opened his mouth. The first cockhead pushed against his broad, hot tongue. The second smeared against his cheek. Jake groaned, a deep wet sound, and started sucking like he meant it, eyes half-lidded, spit mixing with precome.
They didn’t last.
The first load hit him across the muzzle. The second streaked his forehead and slid down his neck. Jake didn’t pull away. He opened wider, stuck his tongue out, and took what they gave him, panting, his own cock throbbing against his thigh. Cum ran down his chin, smeared his yellow chest, and shone on red scales. His face was wrecked with pleasure and he didn’t care at all.
When he stood back up he was still dripping. He tugged the tiny green thong back into place—it barely covered anything—ran a hand over his glistening abs, and crossed his arms, smiling like the world owed him something. On his belt, the little green creature that always rode with him peeked out, looking amused and complicit.
Jake licked a streak of cum from the corner of his mouth.
“Anyone else?” he asked, voice rough, cock still hard and poking over the waistband.
Nobody in the room was going to say no.Download the animation here
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