Sadly Suck it
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The last thing you see is the felt green of the pool table slowly being covered in blood. | The last thing you see is the felt green of the pool table slowly being covered in blood. | ||
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Current revision as of 08:55, 14 October 2011
You wrap your lips around it.
Thinking to yourself "Oh god why?" you proceed to work your way up and down the shaft choking at not only the size. But the smell.
The smell is horrid, like old meat sweating in the sun penetrated by maggots.
The brute is loving this, he is moaning in ecstasy as your tongue lashes around the head of his throbbing cock. Tears are beginning to stream down your face.
The Brute puts two hands on your shoulders and smiles at you.
You get thrown onto your belly on the pool table. His hands rip your pants clean off, he peels back your ass cheeks and drives deep down.
The last thing you hear is the brute laughing. The last thing you feel is something in your stomach. The last thing you see is the felt green of the pool table slowly being covered in blood.
The End.
