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its inflated head locked inside Edward’s ass-ring. They
were poised against one another, with one another, in
some inevitable destiny. The rhythms of Titanic’s mighty
engines be came theirs as 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 triumphant 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 inside him, and, fast as a flame leaps from a fur-
nace, 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

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