Seven-foot wrestling stud Max Rod Roadrage greedily humped himself against me. I gasped when his strong hands mercilessly pulled my round ass cheeks apart. As his hot urine washed down my chest, his thick fingers toyed with my little anal pucker.
Nervous thrills shot up my spine. My simple request for a giant wrestling stars autograph had spiraled into something way beyond a signature on an overpriced, 8x10 glossy photo.
Slick with Mr. Roadrages free-flowing piss, my little torso slipped and slid against my idols rippling midsection until his hot stream slowly ran out.
I suppose I should turn you loose now, Mr, Roadrage said with a mysterious smile. He smoothed my soaking hair back from my forehead before kissing me playfully there.
Yes Sir, whatever you want, Sir, I replied, not wanting to seem pushy.
Nervous thrills shot up my spine. My simple request for a giant wrestling stars autograph had spiraled into something way beyond a signature on an overpriced, 8x10 glossy photo.
Slick with Mr. Roadrages free-flowing piss, my little torso slipped and slid against my idols rippling midsection until his hot stream slowly ran out.
I suppose I should turn you loose now, Mr, Roadrage said with a mysterious smile. He smoothed my soaking hair back from my forehead before kissing me playfully there.
Yes Sir, whatever you want, Sir, I replied, not wanting to seem pushy.