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I don't get off on clothes, or gossip, or the recent restaurant. I'm a fighter. I'm alive in the ring, caked in sweat, putting my assets up against another man, winner-takes-all. Or at least that's my fantasy. If I could struggle the way I wished to, the winner would hold the loser down, pound his hard cock into the loser's arse balls deep, and rail him, moaning and squirming, until I got up off of him, leaving him lounging there on the mat with my cum dripping out of his widely opened hole. Of course it doesn't work like that. Then I faced Dimitri. We commenced off as sparring partners. It led to more. It was inevitable. For me. Not so much for Dimitri. He's so caught up in Catholic guilt trips and an over protective mother hovering over him, and damn Brazilian machismo, and his wife. He doesn't enjoy her. Not really. If he loved her, he wouldn't go roaming the streets at night boning strangers in alleys and hating himself. They are together because they are supposed to be. Because the immense hunky struggling champ is supposed to have a torrid blonde pedazo de butt like her. She's torrid stuff and she knows it. She thinks she is worth a guy like Dimitri, handsome, hung, successful, a champion. But she doesn't truly enjoy him. She won't ever enjoy him. Not like I do. The damn poop of it is that he enjoys me, too. He said so... when he was ******. When he was out of it enough to be honest with himself. It's just. It's killing me. Bastian attempts to help. It's his job to keep me on top of my game. There is a plenty of railing on this championship. A entire lot. So yesterday he brought me a fucktoy. I have groupies. Who knew? Well, Bastian did. So he comes in with this ultra-cute lil Columbian named Milo... dressed in glasses. I could pick him up with one arm and toss him throughout the room. He would most likely let me, too. Just being in the same room with me is a desire come true for the lil fag. That's cool! I'm wild and I needed a crevice to fuck. I took him back to my room and unwrapped him. I screwed his gullet balls deep and he slightly gagged. He's good. Then I held him down by his gullet and screwed his arse like a freight train. He wished me? I displayed him what a real fighter is. I don't know what he expected. I didn't care. I pounded him until he screamed, but he never said stop. Either he's a real fan, or a full pig. I expect he's both. I'm going to wear him out.
I don't get off on clothes, or gossip, or the recent restaurant. I'm a fighter. I'm alive in the ring, caked in sweat, putting my assets up against another man, winner-takes-all. Or at least that's my fantasy. If I could struggle the way I wished to, the winner would hold the loser down, pound his hard cock into the loser's arse balls deep, and rail him, moaning and squirming, until I got up off of him, leaving him lounging there on the mat with my cum dripping out of his widely opened hole. Of course it doesn't work like that. Then I faced Dimitri. We commenced off as sparring partners. It led to more. It was inevitable. For me. Not so much for Dimitri. He's so caught up in Catholic guilt trips and an over protective mother hovering over him, and damn Brazilian machismo, and his wife. He doesn't enjoy her. Not really. If he loved her, he wouldn't go roaming the streets at night boning strangers in alleys and hating himself. They are together because they are supposed to be. Because the immense hunky struggling champ is supposed to have a torrid blonde pedazo de butt like her. She's torrid stuff and she knows it. She thinks she is worth a guy like Dimitri, handsome, hung, successful, a champion. But she doesn't truly enjoy him. She won't ever enjoy him. Not like I do. The damn poop of it is that he enjoys me, too. He said so... when he was ******. When he was out of it enough to be honest with himself. It's just. It's killing me. Bastian attempts to help. It's his job to keep me on top of my game. There is a plenty of railing on this championship. A entire lot. So yesterday he brought me a fucktoy. I have groupies. Who knew? Well, Bastian did. So he comes in with this ultra-cute lil Columbian named Milo... dressed in glasses. I could pick him up with one arm and toss him throughout the room. He would most likely let me, too. Just being in the same room with me is a desire come true for the lil fag. That's cool! I'm wild and I needed a crevice to fuck. I took him back to my room and unwrapped him. I screwed his gullet balls deep and he slightly gagged. He's good. Then I held him down by his gullet and screwed his arse like a freight train. He wished me? I displayed him what a real fighter is. I don't know what he expected. I didn't care. I pounded him until he screamed, but he never said stop. Either he's a real fan, or a full pig. I expect he's both. I'm going to wear him out.
Added: 2025-10-28 • Views: 5 • Duration: 28:58
Categories: Bareback, Big Dick, Creampie, Gaping, Group Sex, Handjob, Hardcore, Latin, Old Man, Rough, Toys • Studio: HungFuckers • Models: Guillaume Wayne, Bastian Karim, Milo Miles
