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Giant Wrestler's Smallest Fan 26: The Unexpected

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(“Psycho Don! How the hell are you!?,” the giant wrestler asked. “And the boys, Pinky and Hairy…

They WHAT?”

His strong jaw dropped. “Fuck, NO! Tell me what happened… Um-hmmm… Um-hmmm…. Ha! Yeah…. Crazy fucker… WHAT? No WAY! No shit? So nobody even… You’re shitting me… And they…? Sounds painful….. Damn!! Yeah, I bet they were…”

I couldn’t hear Psycho Don’s half of the conversation, but I could tell Max was totally focused on the news, whatever it was. As he listened, his monster horse-cock stiffened again and rose until it slapped against his ridged abdomen.)

The twisting veins on his bloated shaft filled out and throbbed with his excitement. I held my breath as his foreskin slowly retracted, leaving his meaty purple cock-head exposed again. Unable to resist, I sucked and savored Mammoth Max’s engorged manhood while he spoke, slurping gently at the swollen head to draw out his lavish pre-cum. The delicate, manly flavor tasted wonderful on my tongue.

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