I have to admit , I can't stand him. I find him smug and insincere, but there's something about him that has me fantasizing about him fucking my brains out. WHY?
Pete Buttigieg Fan Fiction
by Anonymous | reply 6 | November 16, 2019 7:10 PM |
Ewww.
by Anonymous | reply 1 | November 16, 2019 7:32 AM |
The heart wants what the heart wants.
by Anonymous | reply 2 | November 16, 2019 7:48 AM |
He looks like a mouth breather but I can only imagine that the only reason behind this false confidence is he must have a huge cock
by Anonymous | reply 3 | November 16, 2019 7:52 AM |
Like this?
"Chasten took a deep breath as Pete rubbed the lube onto his cock, and then fingered some into Chasten’s hole. “Okay, love, whenever you’re ready,” Pete said. Chasten angled himself, slowly lowering himself onto Pete’s cock, eliciting gasps from the both of them. Pete could feel Chasten wrapped around him, but he didn’t thrust. Not yet, at least. As much as he wanted to, at that moment, he wanted Chasten to set the pace. Chasten slowly ground his hips against Pete’s firm body, groaning as every rotation stretched him out, getting used to the feeling of Pete’s cock inside him. After some encouragement, Chasten began to go faster, and Pete responded by thrusting up into him, moaning along with his husband as they experienced the sheer ecstasy of this oneness, taking joy in feeling each other so closely and intimately again after months of stress, late nights, and missed dinners. Pete grabbed Chasten and, with a strength and hunger that Chasten hadn’t experienced in a long time, flipped him over onto his back and initiated a bit of a pause. For a moment, they looked into each other’s eyes, and Chasten lifted himself up a bit to kiss Pete, a kiss that Pete returned passionately before sliding back into Chasten, earning a moan and a smile from his husband. Pete began to thrust into Chasten, while Chasten dragged his nails along Pete’s torso, trying hard not to scream out his name while Pete slammed into his prostate, over and over again. Pete alternated between thrusting hard and quick to slow and drawn out, enjoying the feeling of Chasten around him, of Chasten trying to hold on to him, to make this moment last. “Babe...I’m close...don’t stop,” Chasten moaned, and Pete smiled, obliging him, going from romantic thrusting to nearly pornographic fucking and pounding, grabbing one of Chasten’s wrists and holding it down. Chasten used his other hand to stroke himself, matching his strokes to the rhythm of Pete’s thrusting. It didn’t take long for Chasten to cum, and Pete collapsed onto him with a final shudder as he came inside him."
by Anonymous | reply 4 | November 16, 2019 3:04 PM |
OP, look what you’ve done: R4
by Anonymous | reply 5 | November 16, 2019 3:27 PM |