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the Stoker, slowly, then faster, began pistoning Edward’s butt,
driving in, drawing out, pounding in, tearing out, working
together, rearing nearly apart, Edward’s shouts almost as loud
as the Stoker’s grunts, coming harder, deeper, faster, his dick
plunging to its massive root up Edward’s ass, his bull-balls
slam-banging into the iron engine cov er.
The Stoker raised his huge arms, spread from his wide
shoul ders and massive hairy pecs, above his head, a trium-
phant victor, his hips and butt, planted firm on his booted
thick legs, ramming, in rhythm to the engines, ramming his
cock full-depth charge into Ed ward, pulling out all the way,
ramming its big head again and again through the target of
Edward’s willing, dripping, hungry ass.
Again, they froze. They glazed over, the two of them, in
the heat. The Stoker’s cock was buried in Edward to the hilt.
His upraised arms flexed, thick with power, the way his dick
was flex ing inside Edward’s flexing ass.
The crowd sensed it. I knew it. The Stoker started a
mighty roar. His muscular arms raised, his body fully flexed,
he rammed Ed ward once more, held steady course deep in-
side him, and, fast as a flame leaps from a furnace, yanked
his cock free. Posed in triumphant victory, he leaned in over
Edward, laying the base pipe of his 14-inch cock topside over
Edward’s 10 inches.
Handless, he came.
Handless, his enormous cock shot wave upon crashing
wave of white cum breaking across the shore of Edward’s
belly and chest and throat and face.
Handless, untouched, Edward’s cock came, shooting up
on the triumphant muscleman of a Stoker, hitting his hairy
pecto rals, creaming his belly, his rockhard, still sperming
dick.