You woke up in the giant masculine hands of Mike, "Where is Chris?" you managed to ask. "About my lower gut right now." He smugly replied. "I had him as a snack when you was out. He was tasty alright ". "Why are you keeping me here?" You questioned. "Because everyone adores me, I want something that will fight back. I'm everything anyone wants, but you hate me. Now, I have a lots of muscle and each one needs a massage." Mike dropped you from his palm onto his massive chest, his wooden necklace around his throat scratched your arm as you fell. His abs were moving up and down, and led down you Mike's crotch. You knew that he wanted you to play with him.
The jock rubbed his hard skin down his musky body and lifted his tight shorts, Mike's penis wasn't erect because he wanted you to make it that way. You walked along his big chest, down to the crotch, knowing that you was forced to be his toy.
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