𝙂𝘼𝙉𝙂 𝙂𝘼𝙉𝙂

⠀⠀⠀ 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝘽𝙊𝙔 — 𝙊𝙁 — 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙀𝘾𝘼𝘿𝙀

As if I’d ever give you that satisfaction. His teeth are gritted to try and quiet the pained groaned that escapes his mouth when he’s roughly thrusted back into. Trying to move to no avail, there isn’t anything he can do. Get your fucking foot off my car.

He can’t believe this is how he ended up, letting this cocky fucker actually have any power over him. His screams go unheard by anyone other than Ezra as that fat cock breaches his hole and is fully sheathed inside of him with one thrust. Fat cheeks shaking as he’s pounded into

His face is coated in his own saliva as Ezra pulls the length out of the depths of his throat. Fuck you. He’s grunting as his hair is tugged and his position on the car is shifted. He knows what’s coming as soon as he notices the musician make his way behind him and he +

The only sounds coming from the athlete now were the gargled chokes as Ezra continued to lodge more and more of his cock down Patrick’s throat. He was so embarrassed and was silently praying someone would come across them and do something to help him.

If he were able to speak he’d definitely express his doubts. But here he was bent over the hood of his car with some wannabe rapper’s cock being forced down his throat. Tears welled up in his eyes as his mouth was invaded, tempted to bite down but not wanting to deal with +

You’re not touching my racquet, you lowlife. Can’t get any ass yourself so you gotta resort to this, pathe— His words are cut off by the raper’s horsecock smacking him in the face, fucker definitely wasn’t lying earlier. Turning his head, he looks away from the length.

Wait until your five listeners hear about how their favorite Soundcloud rapper is actually a Soundcloud raper. He’s whining now at the sensation of the two fingers thrusting in and out of him at a vigorous pace, cheeks wobbling as his hole continued to be rapidly assaulted.

Think you’re funny? You won’t get away with this! He lets out a pained grunt as the finger is forced inside of him with only spit lubing it up, he can’t remember the last time he had something up there. The athlete tries to pull away but it’s useless.

He’s about to get into the vehicle when he’s crudely grabbed from behind and next thing he knows his fat cheeks are freed from their cloth prison, recoiling greatly after the smack. Ah— What the hell are you doing?!

Oh, you’d be so lucky. Glancing over his shoulder as he kept walking, cheeks still bouncing with each step he took, getting closer and closer to his car.

Not pretending, but you’re right. I do got better things to do. Turning to leave, his perky cheeks jiggling in his tennis shorts as he started to walk away. Good luck with your music, or whatever.

Still was more successful than you’ll ever be. He’s glancing down between the wannabe rapper’s legs before bringing his eyes up, making contact with the others and giving him a small shrug.

At least I was once big enough to even be in one of those. You and your music won’t amount to anything. Now drop your pants.

I’ve never heard of you before today, so you obviously aren’t that big… in both senses.

Try and use your dick to get people to thirst listen to your music.