Devon was drunk with power and completely unstoppable . . . and he knew it. He had always dreamed of what it would be like to be a giant, black muscle-god; to be worshipped as all-powerful. His huge, vein covered cock responded to the thoughts.
Devon reached down and grabbed the car behind which the trembling cop hid, lifted it effortlessly and tossed it onto I-295, just a few hundred yards away, and smiled as cars began to crash into each other on the highway. Still focusing on the cop, he raised his arms and flexed his hard, massive muscles. Strip and worship me, you pathetic little fuck, unless you want to join your fellow pigs. he bellowed as his cock continued to pulse and rise. The muscular little cop quickly stripped and fell to his knees before the black, hyper- muscle-bound teen towering over him.
Devon reached down and grabbed the car behind which the trembling cop hid, lifted it effortlessly and tossed it onto I-295, just a few hundred yards away, and smiled as cars began to crash into each other on the highway. Still focusing on the cop, he raised his arms and flexed his hard, massive muscles. Strip and worship me, you pathetic little fuck, unless you want to join your fellow pigs. he bellowed as his cock continued to pulse and rise. The muscular little cop quickly stripped and fell to his knees before the black, hyper- muscle-bound teen towering over him.