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“Fuck off!” I sneered.

Just then, three more wrestlers ehe ring right into the fray.

“From the WWE, John a! John Bradshaw Layfield! Razor Ramon!”

Fuck, Razor Ramon was here. He’s my idol. I would rim his ass...

Ramon walked over and sat on my face. “Fuck! How did he know...?” A thousand questions ran through my mind.

I felt entirely at the mercy of this motley crew of wrestlers. My superb body and ditioning offered ance as Ramon made me lick his ass while he shot his cum all over my erect dick. Razor then ed him cummy diy fad then whispered Happy Birthday, Chi my ears. a frotted with my did then he came all over my chest. Before he left, he took off his sneakers and underwear. “There are 100 loads in each of these shoes and undies. Happy Birthday.” Layfield treated me to a figure of 4 leg lock before plunging his dick right into my mouth and face fucked me till he was due to cum. But instead of cumming, he stuck his dito my CKs and creamed me from inside. He the his boots as my present for the night.