Fighting



You’re gonna make me laugh so hard that it will turn into madness and I’m gonna rip those tidy whiteys of your ass. What kind of man wears such a thing? Come here, let mama take care of you. Uh, you have an attitude I see. Well, I might as well pull it out from your nose. The big boy managed to put me down a bit? Is that i? Careful not to hurt your little pecker and make you wish you’d wear some big boys pants for the day. How does it feel to be stretched like a rope? I can sense your smile fading away, along with the air in your lungs. Is this what you had in mind? I think not. At least you have the chance to enjoy touching me, well, more like me touching you. Will the boy start crying now? Ah, I just started, keep it up a little bit.
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You know what? I’m not even bother to get naked today Slave, I feel like this is gonna be one wrestling match you don’t stand a chance on, so I will just swipe the floor with you and mind my own business after. I see a small flickering in your eyes, like you’d want to have at least one chance… or it’s that defeat look on your face, can’t really tell with your head turning so red in my perfect scissor grip. Can you say something or are you gonna just grunt there like a trapped bear? What, you’re trying now? Get real Slave, the only place you can be successful is 2 inches under the wrestling mattress… smelling the dirt. Come on, have another go. I bet you wish I didn’t have these jeans on me, at least you could’ve have some naked ass and tits on your face, right?
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