“I’m two meters exactly…. I know you were wondering. And you know what? My dick is twenty-five centimeters long. My weight is one fifty; that’s in kilos. And you? You haven’t said one thing. You don’t look like a goddamn math geek so you can’t be trying to convert those measurements in your head. I’ve seen you around the convention floor a number of times in the past hour. That means you are either a bodybuilder fan or a fag… or both. Considering I bluntly gave you my dick size with no reaction from you, I would say you are a faggot who can’t do math….
“So here let me do some conversion for you, I’m six foot seven, three hundred thirty pounds, and my cock is nine and a half inches. It’s very thick, especially at the base.
“This is my floor. My hotel suite is down the hall to the left. If you want my cock to make you shake from head to toe follow me, and be as quiet as you have been already. Now listen here Smalls, I have easily a foot on you, and I would say a hundred fifty if not two hundred pounds on your puny body.
“I’m in the need to go into beast mode and fuck for hours. You will leave my room sometime in the morning. Your cunt will be stretched out, your second sphincter will be so destroyed that you cannot control the tremors your body will inflict on you. You’ll be covered in cum, sweat, piss, spit, whatever I want to inflict on you. You won’t leave until I throw you out.
“If you are still interested, follow me. This is your last and only time to run….”
it did such a good job of licking clean His boots that He decided to get His bike done in the same way. The cigar helped pass the time and was a useful way of encouraging it if it started slacking.
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