’s knees and these would weigh heavily. God... pain!

The endomorphins rushed to my brains to help with the pain as Evil Ace removed Boris’ boots from my face, pulled out his did shoved it into my mouth, right into my throat. I suppressed my gag reflex. The last person who did that to me was Boris and he rewarded me with a massive load of month old Russian cum when he came. As a w the field and given his impending divorce, he never had ao touch himself. I greedily swallowed all that Boris shot out of his dick.

The remaining cum from Evil Ace’s last cum shot wiped off on my tongue. I tasted the salty bleachy taste of the cum. The smell of Evil Ace’s groin ― he had been in his suit for the past over four hours and he has definitely worked up a solid musky smell there ― and the testosterone charged cum that he made me taste and the face fuck he was giving me restored Bruce Jr to its flory. I got used to the pain and became so hard I ached for release.

“Mmmff...” I struggled to say.

“What do you want, Ace?” Evil Ace asked.

“Mmmkkkmmmm..” I tried again but I ’t get any sensible words out.

“What does he want, everybody?” Evil Ace threw the question to the crowd.

“Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him!...” The crowd ted. This wasn’t what I wahis is a fug set up! I knew I was screwed.

Part 6

It would be not unreasoo think that Evil Ace would pull out his dick from my mouth and then proceed to fuck me. But if you want to make God laugh, tell him what you think.