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Yeaah Stud. Drill that cock deep and make it ready to breed your huge nut deep in me!!
Love those open legs
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Damein thought he had it, his ass was just a few inches from his opponents face. One good facesit pin would solidify his win. All he had to do was overpower Camerons legs, but soon it would be clear he could not. "Just give up Camer.....fu...fuck did you fart?" Damein gagged a little as the small blast hit his face, Cameron deliberately using his leg strength to align his opponents face with his loaded hole. "And here's another!" The gassy wrestler laughed as he felt Dameins hold loosen. Now was Dameins chance.
"Thought you were smart trying to sit on my face...Well let me return the favour!" The fiery man laughed. A few grunts later and Cameron found himself on his back, now in the position he previously had Damein in. He tried to grip any part of the man on top of him, but the stench was too much and took his focus away "Give up now, kiss my ass, and I'll not gas you out!" Damein offered, never passing up an opportunity to have his ass kissed by another man. "Fuck...no!" Cameron replied, not even having to think. The punishment for losing was a week of sleeping in the pile of old jockstrap from last weeks wrestling matches. "Too bad for you! Now your gonna lose, and still get gassed to sleep!" Damein laughs and slams his sweaty hair covered crack down before lighting up Camerons face with farts.