Maybe the ref was wondering if this whole match was some kind of sick joke. He saw Barrett leaning nonchalantly against the ropes. Gay sex Timmy bucked, and his dick flicked around like a helicopter. “Your barrel burst.”He bounced Timmy up and down on his knee as a way of wringing a few more shots out of the little bitch. Timmy coughed and moaned. The only thing he could feel was Barrett’s power, his pressure as it closed in all around him. He grabbed Timmy by the throat, just hard enough to remind him of who’s in control.”You love this, don’t you?””Y-yes…” Timmy sniffled. A perfect target–Barrell continued spitting on him, intermittently slapping either side of Timmy’s face between his projectile wads. Finally, Barrett reeled back, then belly bumped the little man into the turnbuckle. He took off his vest and wiped his face. You really are a natural. He was certain Timmy would cum at this rate, and make a horrible mess on his belly. Timmy watched, his brow furrowed, his vision blurred, as the most disgusting thing he’d ever seen hung suspended in midair above his face.
