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Giant Wrestler’s Smallest Fan 6

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I kept slurping at his monster ball sack, but I couldn’t ignore Mr. Max Rod Roadrage’s thick finger probing my sweaty ass. What should I say? A moment later I felt a tug and heard a loud rip as Mr. Roadrage’s powerful hands tore my best shorts in two, as easy as tearing a used tissue.

The pitiful cloth scraps dropped to the floor as I licked his hairy sack in shock. Where was this going? Mr. Roadrage was so bossy. And those were my best shorts!

“Time to lose these, too, they’re getting in the way,” Mr. Roadrage grunted as I felt him rip my cotton briefs to rags with his powerful hands. It only took him a few quick tears.

“Toby, your fucking little panties smell like fabric softener,” Roadrage complained in disgust, holding the torn shreds of my underwear to his face and taking a deep sniff.

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