NEMO-Buttrice

He was a little needy today. Bucciarati closed the blinds and curtains, surrounding himself in darkness. First, he unpacked his suitcase filled with sex toys, setting them on the nightstand. Then, he sat on the edge of the bed, unzipping his pants to massage his growing length. With his other hand, he took out a picture of Abbacchio and kissed it. "Leone," Bucciarati whispered. He slipped his shoes and pants off, leaving the underwear on. His heart thumped fast as he continued massaging. He discarded the undies and started stroking, lying on the bed and staring at the photograph that he brought to his face. What Bucciarati thought of doing next made him blush. Was he even flexible to suck himself off? However, before he could do that, Sticky Fingers appeared. "Sticky?" Sticky Fingers cleared the bed of the toys and then unzipped Bucciarati's dick before slapping its owner's face with it. It then shoved Bucciarati's cock violently into his mouth. T...

 

 

It had been months since Melone had set eyes on Shrek. In those few months, he had almost forgotten about him until an ogre woman came by the headquarters, asking if they had seen her ex-husband, Shrek. Risotto answered for them and said no, and she left, disappointed. That night, Melone had a dream where he was in a castle and pregnant. Shrek was there, and he kept checking to see if he was alright, putting his hands on his belly each time he asked. With his tender touch and kiss, it felt like they had known each other longer. But that was a week ago. Melone didn't dream about Shrek until now. He was in a room with him, sitting down in a chair. Shrek gazed out the windows, viewing the town below them. Once Melone got up, the chair squeaked, causing Shrek to turn his head and smile at his beloved. He smiled back. The ogre got closed and embraced him for a few seconds. "I love you," he said. Although Melone knew this was a dream, he indulged in it. He brought his hands ou...

  Doppio returned back to his hotel after dining at a fancy restaurant, thanks to the boss' money. His boss truly favored him. Speaking of him, he called Doppio, and he responded to him. "Boss!" Doppio smiled. "My adorable Doppio, did you enjoy your meal? Is your room clean?" he asked. Every time the boss said his name, he blushes. "The shrimp fra diavolo was delicious, and then I felt the burn a few seconds later. Ah, it was so hot! I'm not sure why I ordered it when I can't handle spicy food. Oh, boss, I got sweaty too." "How about you order some sorbet or gelato to cool off? You can order food from this hotel. I did this all for you, my Doppio. Speaking of those types of ice cream, are they taken care of?" "I haven't heard from Cioccolata or Secco. Should I worry?" "No, don't. Enjoy your free-time, my Doppio." "Hey, boss, there's this ice cream I want, but they don't have it here." ...

The conditions were too hot for people to be out working, but this was no problem for Ghiaccio, who returned home after a kill. He headed straight for the showers, tossing his clothes on the floor while on the way. Despite his stand powers cooling him off, he still needed to shower. Ghiaccio placed his glasses near the sink and hopped into the cold shower. The others would convince him to take warmer showers so they could have sex with him, except for Melone. But Ghiaccio rejected everybody. Shower sex sucks. Nobody was at his apartment, and he wanted some alone time. He breathed easily, hands reaching down his ass to wash them. “Nice ass,” a voice complimented. Ghiaccio turned around and let out a scream. It was an ogre with the description Formaggio described when Ghiaccio visited him. If he remembered correctly, his name was Shrek. The ogre was naked, and his thick and hardened veiny cock enticed Ghiaccio; but right now, he was pissed. “What the fuck are you doing in here? How long...