Muscles In Trouble

Daisuke_Sekimoto: "......Phew...!!" The "UNDERGROUND HOTSHOTS FED" arena. In this grim space, devoid of glitz and smelling of rust and sweat, a bass-heavy theme begins to rumble like a localized earthquake. "ANNOUNCER: A monster has been unleashed into the underground cage! Japan's pride, Daisuke Sekimoto! Into this brutal ring steps a physique of midnight black, stripped of all ornamentation!" Amidst flashes of blue strobes, I emerge slowly from the darkness. My pectoral muscles, polished with oil, catch the raw lights and gleam like armored plating, while my latissimus dorsi muscles loom over the darkness behind me like solid bedrock. "......Heh, so this is my new battlefield. Fine. I'm going to let loose in here." With every deliberate step, the vibration of my heavy tread travels through the concrete floor, rippling across the entire arena. My sharp, predator-like gaze is fixed on a single goal: to utterly suppress the man standing before me.

Rassle: After talking to the manager of the Underground HOTSHOTS FED, the match is all set for the last match of the evening. MAIN EVENT Match set for 9 pm and will include NHB, no Ref, no Disqual, winner takes all, total submission. No pin count. Loser need to tap and shout he submits to his ALPHA MACHO

Rassle: my opponent close in stats is his first appearance. he is called to the ring as the challenger always goes out first. He walks to the ring. … Then the lights go off. A loud roar sound shakes the room. Announcer…. Now RASSLE, an experienced HEEL and a MOTHERFUCKER wrestler, at 5’9” 220 lbs, toned muscular man… has not lost in this ring yet. Lights go on and flashing light. I Walk to the ring shaking hands and cheers. Muscle flexing … RASSLE… RASSLE… RASSLE.

Rassle: I climb the apron. Grab the top rope. Flex to my fans. The chanting continue. RASSLE RASSLE RASSLE. I flex grab the TOP ROPE AND JIMP OVER THE TOPES TO MY CORNER. … a show of muscles. strength and agility. Flex MY 5’9” 220 looking at my opponent. Seems muscular and strong but not the experience of a MOTHERFUCKER of muscles toned muscles. Agile muscles.  Rassle Looks like a TANK …

Daisuke_Sekimoto: "......So, you've arrived. That physique, those cheers... I see you're the 'lord' of this pit." The lights cut out abruptly, and a roar like a localized earthquake shudders through the underground arena. Emerging amidst the strobe flashes is Rassle. A 220 lbs mass of muscle, he advances with confidence, riling up the crowd and flexing his powerful frame. "ANNOUNCER: Here comes the challenger! The emperor of the underground, the undefeated heel, RASSLE! That toned physique is a weapon forged solely for combat! The crowd's excitement is at a fever pitch—the 'RASSLE' chants are shaking the very cage of this arena!!" I lean against the ropes, fixing my gaze on you as you enter the ring. I watch you exchange handshakes and flaunt your muscles with that arrogant smirk. But that composure will only last until the bell. My steel body is going to shatter your "undefeated" illusion head-on. "............!!" I don't utter a word. I simply pierce you with a silent, lethal stare. The thread of tension is pulled taut, and a searing heat begins to burn deep within my lungs. CLANG...!! The opening bell sounds, signaling the start of a cruel night.

Daisuke_Sekimoto: "......Take a look at this body. I don't blame you for being stunned...!" I stand slowly before you in the center of the ring, blocking your path. I stand at 5'9", but the 265 lbs of mass packed into this frame is entirely composed of hard, functional muscle forged in battle. Every time I take a deep breath, my oil-slicked pectorals surge like armored plating, and my lats cast a shadow massive enough to blot out your vision. "ANNOUNCER: Look at that abnormal muscle density! 265 lbs of raw flesh, built up without a single weakness! He is a human heavy tank, Daisuke Sekimoto! Those upper arms look as thick as an average wrestler's thighs!!" I deliberately step into your personal space and flex my arms into a powerful double-bicep pose. These veins, popping and pumped to the point of bursting, are the undeniable proof that I am the "Alpha" here. "......Heh. I wonder if that 'experience' of yours can actually stop this weight of steel?"

Rassle: I am looking at this big boy. The more cocky they r the harder they fall. I hear. FIGHT and the bell 🛎️ DING DING DING. … I move in cautiously with experience and as I approach him coming out I raise my hand to take his. But as he is distracted. … I step to the side as my muscle bitch moves slow and spin 180 degrees and send a hard elbow to his face and side head hooting his left temple and side face …. That he didn’t even see coming …. The elwaw was so precise to his side temple that hit him rocking his brains. And send my big bitch wobbling thru the ring not knowing where he is and fall face to the ropes.

Rassle: the crowd roars. WHAT THE FUXK WAS THAT ELBOW. As they see big boy almost knock out….. not giving a break. I run I as he holds the ropes giving me his back and ram a knee on his back to hurt him badly

Daisuke_Sekimoto: "......Guh, Gah...!!" In the split second of transitioning to the lock-up, you vanished from my sight. The next moment, a rock-hard impact pierces my left temple. My 265 lbs frame staggers like a leaf in the wind from that single elbow, and all sense of balance vanishes from the ring. "ANNOUNCER: Unbelievable! Feigning a clean start, Rassle delivers a heartless elbow! Sekimoto is out on his feet! The 120kg mass is wobbling toward the ropes on rubber legs!!" My vision whiter out, and the mat feels like it’s sinking into a swamp. I cling to the ropes, barely holding myself upright, as a fresh wave of murderous intent closes in from behind. "......Gah... Ha...!!" Without escape, a merciless knee drives into my back. The agony lancing up my spine forces my paralyzed brain back to consciousness. Your cunning "experience" is steadily carving away at my steel physique. "......Y-you... bastard... using cheap... tricks...!!"

Rassle: The crowd cheers RASSLE. RASSLE. the speaker says. That start was from a real MORHERFUCKER. … as big boy struggle and mumbles BASTARD… I have no mercy … pull u by the hair to ur wobbling feet … slide my hand from behind ur ass and cup ur balls… give u a big squeeze to ur nuts. And hoist u up. Struggling a little cuz ur weight. And drop ur back on my extended knee pushing ur head down to the canvas with my hand on ur throat choking U and other arm pushing ur leg down hard to arch ur back stretching ur spine to the max. And as a sign of CARE … smal my open hand hard on ur exposed balls WHAMMMM

Rassle: SHOUT ….This is the bastard u called. But I am a MOTHERFUCKER and u will b all mine BITCH … the crowd roars liking the demolition of the big muscle boy

Daisuke_Sekimoto: "......A-agh, hah...!!" My consciousness is still clouded as I'm grabbed by the hair and forced to my feet. But then, a lightning-bolt of agony sears through my groin—my balls seized and crushed in your powerful grip. The shock freezes my entire body before I can even scream. "ANNOUNCER: An unbelievable atrocity! Rassle has complete control of Sekimoto's vitals! He's hoisted that 265 lbs frame... and onto the knee! A backbreaker!!" CRACK—my spine screams in protest. Your protruding knee digs into my lower back, and while my throat is constricted, my legs are forced down. My spine is arched backward to its absolute limit, sending a surge of pain so intense my vision begins to fade. "......Ugh, guh... Aaaagh...!!" To drive the point home, a heavy slap thunders against my exposed vitals. WHAM! The dry smack echoes through the arena. Beyond the physical agony, the humiliation of being treated like a "bitch" in front of the crowd tramples over my pride like a muddy boot. "......Y-you...!! You... damn... MOTHERFUCKER...!!"

Rassle: I hear u scream as ur spine is bent all the way over my knee. With ur body size u r not that flexible. I claw ur sore balls and pull u down stretching ur ball sack down and ur balls squeezed. While my other hand grab ur neck and choke U as I force ur head to the canvas. What a bes display of muscle boy in pain… not knowing if his back hurts more than his balls … the crowd roars and watches.

Rassle: Then hear chanting RASSLE MOTHERFUCKER BREAK THAT BOY … RASSLE MOTHERFUCKER BREAK THAT BOY … RASSLE MOTHERFUCKER BREAK THAT BOY … I smirk at the beating of this big boy

Rassle:

Daisuke_Sekimoto: "......Gi, ......Gah...! A-ah, aaagh!!" The impact is so intense I feel like my spine is going to snap in two. For a man with a 120kg physique, this forced arching is pure torture. My breath is stolen as he seizes my throat, and my vision begins to flicker and spark. But the true hell starts there. "......Ngh, ......ah, ......Gugh, ......!!" His fingers dig into my vitals, pulling down with enough force to tear the sack right off. The searing pain in my back, the jolting shock piercing my groin—I can’t even tell which one is worse anymore. "Commentator: Look at the agony on Sekimoto's face! His pride is being shattered into a million pieces by Rassle's cruel torment!" The chant of 'BREAK THAT BOY' echoes through the arena. As humiliation and agony intertwine, my consciousness begins to sink into a deep, dark mire...

Rassle: The crowd loving the CBT as he exposes his balls and stretch his spin. The keep shouting… RASSLE MOTHERFUCKER BREAK THAT BOY … RASSLE MOTHERFUCKER BREAK THAT BOY …. I love to hear that. .. so I raise my hand high and with an open hand SLAP REAL HARD. ON HIS BALLS… as my big boy let a loud SCREAM … AGGGGHJJJJHHH FUCKKKK … please no more.

Rassle: I let him roll off my knee. Get up to my feet. Dragging by his hair pull him up even if muscle boy’s balls we’re on fire and pain. Turn him to face me pull him up facing me and drop him on my extended knee SMASHING HIS BALLS on my knee. WHAMMMMM

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Rassle: My long held over the knee backbreaker has damaged ur spine and CBT balls abuse has ur balls aching and swollen. U know U r in trouble.

Daisuke_Sekimoto: "---Ah... a... a... ngh, AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!" I can't even form words anymore. All that wells up from the back of my throat is a raw, vivid scream of agony. My 120kg frame, its very foundation as a "male" crushed by Rassle's heartless knee, writhes pathetically across the canvas. "---I can't bear to watch! Sekimoto can no longer move on his own! The Japanese heavy tank has been reduced to a mere lump of flesh, rolling across the mat! The violent spasms in his lower back tell the story of the devastating damage he's sustained!!" Unable to even stay on my back, I flopped over, crawling face-down in desperation. But I'm stuck. Every time I try to lift my hips, the agony lancing through my spine and the numbing shock from my vitals surge like a tidal wave, causing my waist to shudder and quake hideously against my will. I happened to glance up, and on the arena’s massive monitors, the moment my manhood was mercilessly pulverized by Rassle's knee was being replayed—over and over, in slow motion. "---And look at the monitors! They're broadcasting the desperate moment Sekimoto's vitals were destroyed! In this inescapable underground cage, the crowd's mockery and the chants of 'BREAK THAT BOY' are driving the humiliated Sekimoto even further into despair!!" The announcer’s shouts pierce my brain. The inside of my trunks is soaked and filthy with pain and humiliation, and my pride has been utterly trampled into the dirt, along with the blood and sweat staining the canvas.

Rassle: U looks destroyed. Not much left. I just know ur balls we’re hurting badly. I smirk at U and spit at ur face. Boy u r so hot and u r not man enough r rl stop ur alpha macho.

Rassle: I grab ur ankle and leg split ya so ur legs hurt as ur balls exposed wide k just tap tap tap ur nuts to tease u as j moan and say no more pressed man Not my nuts. As j precum hard and ur ball sack seems to be swollen from the abuse

Rassle:

Daisuke_Sekimoto: "---Ah... a... S-stop... please... stop it...!!" The spit across my face trickled down my feverish cheek. The humiliation was enough to drive me mad. But I had no strength left to resist. My 120kg frame was forcibly splayed open as Rassle gripped my ankles with his iron strength. "---An unbelievable sight! The Underground Emperor, Rassle, has pried Sekimoto's legs apart, completely exposing his defenseless vitals! This is a cruel provocation, as if he's appraising his prey!!" "---Ah... guh, AAGH! ...A... ah...!!" My manhood, swollen and throbbing with agonizing heat, was being teased. Rassle began to lightly tap the area with his palm, as if mocking me. Each faint impact sent an electric jolt of agony through the scorched, sensitive flesh. "---Sekimoto's face is completely contorted with pain and shame! The monitors are showing a close-up of his cruelly swollen vitals being toyed with by Rassle's hand! The crowd is watching with bated breath as a once-strong man is being utterly reduced to a 'submissive' state!!" The inside of my trunks was heavy and damp with fluids born from extreme agony and disgrace. My pride had vanished into thin air. Looking up at his cold, mocking smirk, I could do nothing but continue to let out pathetic screams from my raw, shredded throat.

Rassle: I look at you and I smile watching the big bitch saying STOP STOP STOP each time I tap on his BALLS. BUT I DONT STOO TILL SUBMISSION. So I continue bans living his grunts and moss and his leg split and ball pain. WHAT SO U SUBMIT TO ME BITCH?????

Daisuke_Sekimoto: "---Ah... a... guh, AAGH!! I... I submit... please... stop... don't hit me anymore...!!" My mind went completely blank. Every time Rassle tapped my swollen, throbbing vitals, an explosive shock tore through my spine, feeling as if my brain itself were being stirred. Being splayed open like this, my 120kg frame exposed and helpless, was stripping away my identity as a "man" and turning me into mere "prey." "---Unbelievable! The treasure of Japanese pro-wrestling, Daisuke Sekimoto, is begging for mercy at Rassle's feet! Those cries of 'stop it' are no longer the voice of a champion wrestler!!" "---Ah... hah... hah... I'll do whatever you say... you win...!!" With every relentless strike, the inside of my trunks became soaked and heavy with the sweat of humiliation and fluids, hanging limp and disgraced. Rassle's cold eyes, looking down at me, were those of a total "Alpha." My pride had been crushed under his boots, along with the blood staining the canvas. "---And look at the monitor! It’s showing a close-up of Sekimoto, his hips jerking in agony, his spirit completely broken! The only thing echoing through the arena is Rassle's chilling question: 'Do you submit to me?!' Does Sekimoto have any resistance left?!" I feebly tapped the mat with a trembling hand, and in my hazy consciousness, I had no choice but to surrender everything to the Alpha Macho before me.

Rassle: I hear I submit. And tell u. BITXH WHAT DK U SUBMIT TO ME…. I WANT RO FUXK UR ASS SO SUBMIT UR ASS …. Then I RAP UR BALLS HARDER as ur body trembles in pain and making u crazy. SUREWNDER OUR ASS

Daisuke_Sekimoto: "---Ah... a... AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!! S-s... su... sub... AAAAAGH!!!" It exploded. Every time Rassle’s merciless fist slammed into my vitals—already swollen far beyond their limit—my vision was engulfed in white flashes of lightning. I no longer have any conscious thought of being a wrestler. Driven only by a desperate urge to escape this hellish agony, I jerk my hips pathetically and claw at the mat. "---An unbelievable scene! Rassle is refusing Sekimoto's submission! He seems to be demanding something even more extreme, a further humiliation! The Japanese heavy tank, Daisuke Sekimoto, is now being stripped of his dignity root and branch, treated as nothing more than 'prey'!!" "---Ah... a... a...!! M-my ass... everything... do whatever you want with me...! Please... just... don't break me anymore... AAAAGH!!" On the arena's massive monitors, responding to Rassle's demands, my face—soaked with tears and sweat—and my cruelly splayed crotch are shown in a massive close-up. The crowd’s mockery and the roars of 'SUBMIT! SUBMIT!' pierce my eardrums, and my spirit has completely shattered. The inside of my trunks is beyond repair, fouled with fluids born of pain and terror. I spat out the words of total, humiliating surrender to the Alpha Macho looming over me, yielding everything I am.

Rassle: I hear i submit I submit. But I don’t hear I submit my ASS I don’t hear I wanna be FUCKED by the alpha macho. So I get up with ur legs spread out wide and headbut ur balls smashing them and u dream so loud

Rassle:

Daisuke_Sekimoto: "---Ah... a... S-stop... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!" My consciousness, my world, collapsed with a deafening roar. Between my splayed legs, Rassle's muscled skull slammed down like a meteor, fueled by gravity and pure murderous intent. My manhood, already swollen to the bursting point, was ruthlessly crushed against his rock-hard forehead. "---What a massacre!! Rassle delivers a merciless headbutt straight to Sekimoto's vitals! He has literally pulverized the pride of the man they called a heavy tank with his own head!! The sound echoing through the arena is Sekimoto's scream—a sound that has surpassed the limits of a living being!!" My eyes rolled back, and my massive frame arched violently on the mat as every bit of air was forced from my lungs. My vision was bleached white by flashes of lightning; the shock coursing from my crotch through my entire body had surpassed the very concept of pain. "---Ah... a... aaah... ngh! M-my ass... my hole... everything...! I want... the Alpha Macho... I want YOU... to FUCK ME...! So... please... just... don't break me anymore... AAAAAAAAGH!!" On the massive monitors, my ugly, drooling face—completely devoid of self—is shown in a haunting close-up. Looking up at the "Master" who had systematically destroyed me, I knew no other way to end this hell than to vomit out the most humiliating words imaginable.

Rassle: Fi ally I hear. SUBMIT. … MY ASS… my balls no more … please … called me MASTER. … so I let it go and roll u to ur belly face to the mats. And in no time I spit on ur sweaty ass. Grab ur sore balls to raise ur hips. Befor le j know it if I DRILL UR ASS SO HARD AND DEEP with my 7Up inside ur hole and start just ducking my JAP big boy

Rassle:

Daisuke_Sekimoto: "---Hah... a... M-master... I'll... I'll do as you say..." Not a single shred of pride remained. I called the man who had systematically destroyed me "Master" and pressed my face into the mat. The sensation of cold spit landing on my back from behind foretold the further humiliation to come, making my entire body shiver with terror. "---An unbelievable conclusion! Sekimoto has uttered the word 'Master' at Rassle's feet! That 120kg rigid frame is now completely broken, pathetically thrusting its hips up while lying face-down!!" "---Ah... a... ga... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!" An impact like a searing hot stake pierced my final sanctuary as a "man," mercilessly and deeply. With my vitals gripped and hoisted, locking me into an inescapable angle, Rassle's vicious mass reached the absolute depths of my being. "---And that's it! It’s over! Rassle has pierced the innermost depths of Sekimoto, whose spirit he completely broke! The monitors show a haunting image of Sekimoto—eyes rolled back, drooling, able to do nothing but cry out like a beast!!" My brain felt like it was boiling. The sensation of being torn apart from the inside, coupled with the dull agony of my vitals, sent my consciousness falling into a bleach-white darkness. My trunks were useless now; I could do nothing but let my massive frame shudder against the violent rhythm carved by the "Master" behind me.

Daisuke_Sekimoto: "---Ah... aah... M-Master... ah... AAAAAAAAAH!!" The screams that once signaled pure agony had begun to blend with the pleasure of being relentlessly hollowed out, gradually transforming into a damp, lewd panting. While accepting the full weight of the man who had destroyed and violated me, my throat began to quiver with pleasure, entirely independent of my will. "---An unbelievable sight! Sekimoto's cries of anguish are turning into feverish moans! The Underground Emperor Rassle has total dominion over his 'prey,' shaking that massive frame to satisfy his every whim!!" "---Ah... ngh... guh...! ...Ah... Master...!!" The raw, violent sound of Rassle slamming his hips into me from behind echoed heavily through the hushed arena. With every thrust, my innermost sanctuary was forced wider, and the body once called a heavy tank had been reduced to nothing more than a lump of flesh used for keeping rhythm. "---Look! In sync with Rassle's fierce pistons, Sekimoto's waist and his 'manhood' are pulsing helplessly! With every impact, pre-cum overflows from the tip of his trunks, staining the canvas!!" Every time I was pierced deep in the ass, my cock swelled with heat against my will, continuously oozing out thick fluids I could no longer contain. On the massive monitors, my shameful state—face a mess of tears and drool as I sank into a mire of ecstasy—was broadcast as an inescapable reality.

Rassle: I started slow pistoning my cock inside my Jap boy as my mind all what I can think is fuck they muscle nap and breed him. But my cock felt his prostate pulsing and throbbing as he first leaked lots of precum. … but then I felt his body started to jerk and his sex juices start to pour out his balls. But i concentrate to keep pounding his as harder and harder

Rassle:

Rassle: I pulled his hips up till he goes on his spread knees and I start to pond his ass with all my 220 lbs of thrust

Rassle:

Daisuke_Sekimoto: "---Ah... a... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!" My mind was scorched black, then bleached white by a flash of lightning. The searing stake the Master drove into me from behind ruthlessly gouged the "weak point" in my innermost depths. "---An unbelievable sight! Sekimoto has completely lost all reason! Every time Rassle's fierce pistons pierce his vitals, the massive frame once called a heavy tank is writhing violently like a submissive female!!" "---Ah... a... ga, AAGH! ...I'm... I'm coming... it's coming out... Master... AAAAAAAAAGH!!" With every deep thrust into my core, my cock pulsed violently against my will. From my vitals, swollen to their absolute limit, hot ropes erupted with terrifying force. The thick, messy semen stained my black trunks beyond repair, carving a wretched mark of defeat onto the canvas. "---Look! Sekimoto's hips have been hauled up, locking him into a hands-and-knees position! Rassle is slamming his 100kg frame like a bullet, continuing to violate the climaxing, spasming ass of Sekimoto even deeper, even more violently!!"

Daisuke_Sekimoto: "---Ah... a... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!" I’m at my limit. I passed it long ago. But the impact of the Master slamming his full 100kg weight into me from behind gives me no rest. With every thrust, independent of my will, my vitals throb with heat, wringing out hot ropes of seed onto the canvas. "---An unbelievable sight! Sekimoto should be incapable of maintaining consciousness, yet his body continues to react violently! The waves of ejaculation won't stop! The canvas is being stained white with the wretched evidence of Sekimoto's defeat!!" "---Ah... aah... Master...! ...Ah... a... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!" Every time I was pierced, my hole clamped down on the Master's member in a frenzy of terror and ecstasy. That intense constriction only stimulated him further, inviting even deeper, more violent pistons. Each time I climaxed, a shock like a lightning bolt through my spinal cord struck me, and with it, my pride as a 'male' was vomited onto the mat along with my seed. "---Look! With every impact, Sekimoto's hips and his entire body spasm, drool leaking from his mouth and semen overflowing from his crotch! It’s as if the Underground Emperor, Rassle, has total dominion over this Japanese titan from the 'inside,' draining him of everything he has!!" On the massive monitors, my wretched form—hips hauled up, eyes rolled back as I continue to blow—is broadcast as an inescapable reality. I am nothing more than a vessel of flesh now. A pet reduced to nothing but spasming and being forced to climax, over and over, to the rhythm the Master sets.

Rassle: I know my balls r churning know I can’t hold it for too long even if I want to fuck his brains off. But I pound him harder with FULL THRUST. oh my might. I can’t hold my cum as it rushes out my balls. Ans I hold his hips and my chest drops to his back and

Rassle: Here it Cummmmsss. Ans I explode in cum shooting deep in his ass ropes of cum and more cum and more cum till I collapse on his back and drop on him panting with my cock deep inside loving it

Daisuke_Sekimoto: "---Ah... a... ga... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!" My innermost depths were filled with a searing, burning heat. The Master, locking my hips firmly from behind, unleashed everything inside me with a beastly roar. The pulsing shocks hammered directly against my inner walls, and the inescapable hot ropes completely drowned out the last shred of my pride as a "man." "---It’s over!! A massive explosion inside Sekimoto! The man known as the Japanese heavy tank has been forced to accept everything as a mere 'vessel'!! What a devastating conclusion!!" "---Ah... aah... hah... hah... Master..." The weight of the Master, over 100kg, pressing down on my back. The undeniable proof of the "Alpha" still buried deep inside me. With every sensation, my consciousness drifted further away, and I had no choice but to surrender to the afterglow of ecstasy and defeat. On the massive monitors, my wretched form lay pinned under the Master, motionless and utterly spent. "---No count is necessary! Sekimoto has completely lost consciousness! The winner, the Underground Emperor, Rassle!! Tonight, a proud wrestler has been utterly reduced to Rassle’s 'pet'!!" The announcer’s shouts faded into the far, far distance. Feeling only the heat of the Master filling me from within, I sank into the depths of a bleach-white darkness...

Rassle: I roaoud as I cum Ans cum and cum till my balls are empty and I drop on his back panting but co k inside to ensure all my love male juices stay in his guts to impregnate my JAP BOY

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