Why not hit on the Dilf leader of GWF

"Don't worry Vaxcent, I know how to follow and take orders. In the ring and out of it." You cheekily smile at him conveying a winning cheerful confident atmosphere around yourself.

The towering former wrestler whose father gave him the resources to fund this wrestling league grins. He treks over to you with a large smile. "If I didn't know any better, this young cub is attempting to hit on me. I'm presuming and asking. Because last time I took what I wanted, the Twink scream when I fuck his tight hole."

You wonder how big this man's package must be to gain a screaming reaction. You try to back up your talk wanting to experience the same thing as his past lover. "Sir, if I'm screaming then you're doing a fantastic job." You kissing this man's ass, who in the past used to have his rivals kiss it as well. They are called kiss my ass matches in which, well you know what happens when the loser is pinned. Lip bomb and two cheeks to pucker up to.

The boss beams patting you on the shoulder. "Maybe another time boy." Using the term as an elder spokesman to the younger newcomer in his company. "Now go back to your mentor and prepare for your first true show. Nothing, not even a big cock fucking your ass or getting your cock sucked is better than performing for a crowd with over ten thousand people for the first time."

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