did you truly believe my man konig was going to stop after the melon? oh no honey, he won't. he's still riding the post-nut clarity and his mind is already going though the selection of fruits he could try.
i can picture his enormous frame looking all awkward in the supermarket, walking through the produce section checking which of the fruits he wants to try is available.
and while being in the produce section is a normal thing, the fact that it's this man, with his muscular and tall man, not a sliver of skin showing and his face hiden behind his mask as he eyes the watermelons with lustful eyes definitely makes it weird.
he ends up spending a good 10 minutes trying to find the perfect watermelon, ripe enough but not too soft. it's all about the consistency of it, specially if you are going to be putting your dick inside of it.
he skilfully makes a hole in it - must he the years in the military what granted him those knife skills -. but the way it's made already says a lot about him. tight. definitely tight.
he wants to feel the way he imagines a sweet cunt would trying to take him in. stretching out and fighting to take his big dick. slowly pushing himself, deeper and deeper into the impromptu pocket pussy.
the juice of the watery fruit imitating the way a pussy would feel. already slightly wet when he first slips in, remnants of his handy work making the hole. and getting wetter and wetter as he keeps fucking into it.
the drag of the meaty fruit against his cock and the way his bulbous tip is hitting against the end of the hole, smashing against the fruit making it release more of it's watery substance.
and when it starts squirting out... man's about to pass out. that feels just like a pretty pussy squirting all over him. covering his cock, balls, lower abdomen and thighs with sticky juice. what I'm telling you, just like a pretty lass would as he keeps abusing that poor cunt with his thick leaky cock.
i must say, if ge were flexible enough, he would suck the watermelon juice off his own cock.
