As if giving a show the card master pulled out his hard erection from his jeans and began stroking, pointing the massive organ downwards at the tiny Graves. The outlaw could only watch in horror as the giant Fate began masturbating in front of him, both hands gripping his massive organ as he mumbled quiet words about sexual things. The cowboy's eyes were semi closed as he jerked it, partially looking at the tiny target spot on the ground and partially lost in fantasies in his head.
Soon Fate began to breathe irregularly as his cock stiffened even more. The red bulbous head forced downwards between his boots at the shrunken man. Instinctively he began to trust his hips back and forth, having his cock slide in and out of his hands. His jeans were now loosely around his waist, the front zipper completely open to make space for his dick.
As he began to speed up Fate opened his eyes fully and locked them once more at his target. He could see, even from so high up at Graves looked horrified, frozen in fear. Fuck, just the sight of him getting off scared his foe shitless. Imagine what he could do to Graves at his size.
As Fate's breathing became rapid his hands began furiously pumping aiming his head once again. Moaning the card master could barely keep his eyes open but he tried, furiously jerking himself in front of the tiny Graves.
With a load grunt he felt his orgasm come, his hands gripping his cock tightly as he came, streams of creamy white splattering onto the ground, on his boots and all over the tiny Graves. Fate's eyes closed shut as he rode out his orgasm, thrust again and again, releasing more and more semen as he did, completely making a mess of sticky white between his boots. He could no longer properly see Graves when he tried to sneak a peak halfway. All he could see was puddles and strands of his own ejaculate, decorating his boots and the ground between them. He figured Graves must have been covered with his jizz completely.
Moaning and panting Fate reached the end of his climax, his massive cock beginning to soften in his hands. He looked down once more but didn't move his feet, enjoying the sight of what he had made. He spotted Graves finally, covered in his seed and struggling under sticky mess.
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