“Suck my did I’ll let go,” Logan taunted.

Before I could orientate myself from this “betrayal”, Paul Perris swept me off my feet with his feet scissors and Matt Logan and Nikoli Bakov grabbed my legs and began to tear them apart. Paul Perris stretched my arms while getting even more leverage by resting his booted feet against my shoulders.

“Over my dead body, fucker!” I screamed back.

I am in agony but surprisingly, the dudes did not go for the kill. Bad mouthing ensued.

EvilUltraAce: If yoing to be taken down, name your dream team.

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tramanAce: It isn’t. And it’ll be great to end by giving the good guy loser a major cum facial. One from each badass wrestler.

Bakov let go of one leg and stomped on my dick with his booted feet. The forocked the wind out of me a little and immediately, Bakov k on my 6-pack abs and taunted me with his dick

EvilUltraAce: And on the right side?

UltramanAce: Well, from the gay side, I like the three guys from the produ that showed a two on one punishment...

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