Jam Stories

I watched as Rob stroked his throbbing eight-inch dick, the shiny bulbous purple head slick with pre-cum. He let out a groan. “Fuck, ah’m cummin’.” I held out the freshly-baked scone, still warm from the oven, and Rob offloaded at least six healthy dollops of spunk onto it. As the semen soaked into the golden-brown dough, I spooned a big dollop of strawberry jam on top and took a bite. My nose and tastebuds relished the p...