The smell of sweat and pot hit the city before Seth got to it. He loomed over the city in his baggy Jean's, worn vans, band shirt, and beanie. "Sick." He said and squatted down at the edge of town to look at it. Those on the edge of town gagged as they were hit with a combined smell of feet and rank crotch before Seth stood up.
"Alright, bugs. You all belong to me now, so get ready to worship me." He unzipped his pants as he said this, pulling out his cock. It was half hard, but was at least eight or so inches. What does he start doing?
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