(Man, I had my share of fuck-ups with the punks and the new equipment, he said, shaking his head. What sort of things went wrong?, I asked, curious. Mr. Roadrage always struck me as totally in-charge and on top of things.)
Oh, you name it!, Mr. Roadrage laughed, throwing back his head on his thick, muscular neck. I couldnt help but admire the towering manliness of his build, and his full-throated laugh gave me a curious tingle. His cock still stuck out in front of him like an elephants trunk, and I resisted the impulse to stroke its thick shaft as he spoke. Like it or not, I found myself increasingly fascinated by the studly wrestler, no matter how shocking some of his stories.
Fisting looks so easy on the web, Mr. Roadrage said, oblivious to the adoring glances I was giving him and his colossal physique.
Oh, you name it!, Mr. Roadrage laughed, throwing back his head on his thick, muscular neck. I couldnt help but admire the towering manliness of his build, and his full-throated laugh gave me a curious tingle. His cock still stuck out in front of him like an elephants trunk, and I resisted the impulse to stroke its thick shaft as he spoke. Like it or not, I found myself increasingly fascinated by the studly wrestler, no matter how shocking some of his stories.
Fisting looks so easy on the web, Mr. Roadrage said, oblivious to the adoring glances I was giving him and his colossal physique.