EvilUltraAce: Your own?

UltramanAce: Not really. Long story. He’s Russian but his background is plicated. I am now his Dad.

EvilUltraAce: Oooh, iing. Fuckable?

UltramanAce: Look here. If you tell ahis, I will track you down and kill you. And if he fancies you, you fuck him.

EvilUltraAce: What kind of a father would allow his son to be fucked by a stranger?

UltramanAce: You’re evil. And if he finds true love, who am I to oppose?

I hear the crowd cheering like crazy. Still strapped in my harness, I ’t see much. But I heard some massive cheers for quite some time. And then EvilUltraAce appeared with what looked like a used rubber in his hands.

Used rubbers float my boat. And looking at Evil A his sharp red boots, well tailored Ultraman suit and solid looking mask, my hard on ― which had never subsided sihe night began ― throbbed even harder. Evil Ace rolled up the sides of the used rubber a little and then placed it over my dick.

The warm viscous cum in the rubber enveloped my glans. Evil Ace’s expert fingers made sure that my dick was liberally coated with that cum.

As I moaned and threw my head ba wild abandon from this highly erotic sedu, I felt someone bring something over my face. Evil Ace stopped playing with my dick. Instead, he punched me in my gut and I was forced to take a gasp. The air from that somethi my senses over the edge.