musky odor of his owhat
started p from all over his body filled his he will to fight
back was replaced by a steadily increasing desire to submit to Brock's
domination.
When he respoo the kiss, Broew he had his oppo ready to be
taken. The young marine would eain him through the night.
"Mmmmmm ...", Chuck's muffled groaning increased. The meaty nipples in the
ter of his heaving pecs were standing stone hard at attention. His dog
tags were clad to his sweaty chest. Brock broke the kiss but kept his face
close to Chuck's.
"Good boy, now show me what sister's big bro has got," Brock belched into
Chuck's face. His callous hand caught the throbbiion and started to
twist, knead and pump the twitg man-tool. Soon the younger man was
oozing pre-cum. Brock used the goo expertly to keep the meaty shaft
slippery. He squeezed and rubbed the swollen dick head, sending Chuto a
state of tantalizing agony. His brawny arms rose and reached for Brock's
muscle-packed shoulders.
Chuck couldn't believe what was happening to him. He was used to last for
hours and here he got turned on in no time by a man whom he was to take
down, but who had turhe tables on him.
His hips were bug driving his d out of Brock's palm. The big,
hairy stud sucked the air from Chuck's lungs and twisted and mahe
moaning marine's pulsing cock.
"Almost there muscle boy, huh?" Broeered.
"Oh no.." Chuck groaned, but his body had already a will of his own. Brock's
triumphant eyes filled his view.
"Big bro is a lil' whore like his sister, huh? Cum for me boy, shoot your
load, for daddy," Brock teased.
"Shiiiiit! Ahhh ...ohhhhh Fuckkk! ..uuunghh" A final helpless squeak and the
wrestling champ creamed his load into the milking hand of his queror,
like an inexperienced pubest boy without stamina and uo hold back.