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Monday, October 13, 2025

[SS-1601] Banana Slipping


BANANA SLIPPING

Okay so this was not how I thought today would go.

I walked into the studio and immediately stepped on something squishy. Almost busted my ass. I looked down—banana peel. Then I saw another. Then I looked up and there he was. Sitting shirtless on the floor, surrounded by banana peels, like a freaking idiot. And of course he was eating one too. Slowly. Like on purpose.


He had this smug look on his face and the banana peel on his head like it was a crown or something. “Oops,” he said. “I slipped.”

Yeah right.

He had those loose white pants on, low enough that I could see way too much of his hipbones. And his abs were shiny. Probably oiled himself up just for this.

I tried to act annoyed but honestly my dick was already reacting. He just kept looking at me, then laid back and spread his legs a little.

“I fell right on my ass,” he said. “Wanna help me feel better?”

My brain said "walk away." My dick said “absolutely not.”

Next thing I knew, I was on my knees and he was already undoing his pants. No underwear. His cock flopped out, hard and leaking. I didn’t even think—I just went down on him. Took him deep, fast, messy. He moaned so loud, I swear it echoed in the studio. His hands were in my hair, his hips kept bucking.

I wanted to tease but fuck, I was too turned on.

I pulled back, flipped him over. His ass was ridiculous. Like, actually unfair. Round and shiny from all that oil. I grabbed the bottle rolling near his leg and slicked up my fingers. He was already open, already needy.

“Please,” he begged, looking back at me, totally ruined.

I shoved in. One go. All the way. He gasped so loud I nearly lost it. I started pounding into him—fast, rough, slipping a little on the banana peels. It was chaos. Slapping skin, our moans, and the squish of banana under my knees.

“You planned this, didn’t you?” I groaned. “Just wanted to get fucked like a slut on the floor.”

He was too busy jerking himself off to answer. Then he came, hard, all over the floor. I felt him clench around me and I just lost it. Came so deep inside him, I swear I saw stars.

We both collapsed, sweating, breathing hard, lying in banana peels and cum like idiots.

After a bit he looked at me and grinned. “Wanna split the last banana?”

I was already hard again.


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