Caster marches to the ring in his silver tights adorned with pink scissors. He's skipping the whole rap schtick for this entrance, as he's a bit lost for words upon seeing his opponent.
Privius stands in his corner in black shorts that look like they can barely contain his ass. The pornstar is a bit nervous for the wrestling match, he knows he's quite athletic, but wrestling is a little beyond his normal workouts. Caster approaches him and holds his hand out with his fingers open for a scissoring. Privius looks around, equally confused and concerned. The concern is more that Caster is setting him up somehow, his scissoring fingers a distraction from a blow. He quickly slaps Caster's hand away, focusing on the match, but Caster looks hurt by the gesture.
"After I beat you in this match, you will be begging me not to stop scissoring you," Caster warns.
Privius shakes his head, the concern he had has all but vanished, as he looks at Caster like a complete and total kook just as the bell rings to start their match.
"After I beat you in this match, you will be begging me not to stop scissoring you," Caster warns.
Privius shakes his head, the concern he had has all but vanished, as he looks at Caster like a complete and total kook just as the bell rings to start their match.
The two lock up and and Privius wins the shoving match, pushing the wrestler back into the corner. The ref breaks them up, but Privius comes right back with a blow to the head. Privius reaches to grab the wrestler, but Caster elbows him, getting him to back off. The two lock up again, but Caster slips behind Privius with a wrist lock. The pornstar elbows him now, getting him to break the hold. Caster staggers back and then lunges forward, but Privius grabs his arm and puts it in a lock.
"Ahhhh..." Caster cries out.
Privius then flips Caster over on his ass. The wrestler hurries back to his feet, but Privius grabs him and hits him with an atomic drop. As Caster tries to hobble away, Privius wraps his hands around Caster's waist, looking to hit him with a suplex. But Caster pushes back, preventing him from lifting him. He then grinds his ass on Privius, getting him to break the hold. Caster runs forward to the ropes and bounces back, straight into a clothesline from Privius. The pornstar scoops Caster back up and slams him down hard enough to give the ring a good shake. He lies on top of Caster, but the wrestler throws him off barely after a one count.
"Ahhhh..." Caster cries out.
Privius then flips Caster over on his ass. The wrestler hurries back to his feet, but Privius grabs him and hits him with an atomic drop. As Caster tries to hobble away, Privius wraps his hands around Caster's waist, looking to hit him with a suplex. But Caster pushes back, preventing him from lifting him. He then grinds his ass on Privius, getting him to break the hold. Caster runs forward to the ropes and bounces back, straight into a clothesline from Privius. The pornstar scoops Caster back up and slams him down hard enough to give the ring a good shake. He lies on top of Caster, but the wrestler throws him off barely after a one count.
"As much as I want you on top of me, it's going to take more than that," Caster says getting back to his feet.
He holds his hand out again for a scissoring, willing to give Privius another shot. The pornstar shakes his head and swats it away, but Caster pulls him in and gets him in a headlock, "If you just scissor me I'll let go."
Privius shakes his head and then elbows Caster in the gut. Another time. Caster lets go and Privius runs to the ropes, rebounding back at Caster. The wrestler ducks and flips Privius up and over him, but Privius comes down pulling Caster's tights down, exposing his ass.
"Is this what you want?" Caster asks before dropping down, rubbing his ass in Privius's face. "It's all yours if you scissor me."
Privius shoves him off and Caster tugs his tights back up smirking the entire time. Privius gets back on his feet, a serious look on his face.
"Why so serious?" Caster asks.
He holds his hand out again for a scissoring, willing to give Privius another shot. The pornstar shakes his head and swats it away, but Caster pulls him in and gets him in a headlock, "If you just scissor me I'll let go."
Privius shakes his head and then elbows Caster in the gut. Another time. Caster lets go and Privius runs to the ropes, rebounding back at Caster. The wrestler ducks and flips Privius up and over him, but Privius comes down pulling Caster's tights down, exposing his ass.
"Is this what you want?" Caster asks before dropping down, rubbing his ass in Privius's face. "It's all yours if you scissor me."
Privius shoves him off and Caster tugs his tights back up smirking the entire time. Privius gets back on his feet, a serious look on his face.
"Why so serious?" Caster asks.
Privius comes at him full speed, taking him down with a shoulder block. Caster rolls away, dodging a stomp, and scrambles back up. Privius charges at him again, but Caster is ready swinging his foot up with a big boot to the kisser. Privius falls flat on his back and rolls out to the outside edge of the ring as Caster takes a second to catch his breath. As Privius pulls himself up Caster rebounds back and hits a dropkick, knocking the pornstar off the edge of the ring to the mats below. Caster slides out and stomps on Privius a few times before picking him up by the hair.
"It would have been so much easier if you just scissored me," Caster explains as he hoists Privius up and hits him with an apron back suplex.
Caster chases him back in the ring, hitting a standing double leg stop and following it up with an elbow drop. He grabs at Privius as he rolls away, sliding on top of him for the pin. Just a two count.
"It would have been so much easier if you just scissored me," Caster explains as he hoists Privius up and hits him with an apron back suplex.
Caster chases him back in the ring, hitting a standing double leg stop and following it up with an elbow drop. He grabs at Privius as he rolls away, sliding on top of him for the pin. Just a two count.
Both men get back up at the same time, panting, waiting for the other to make a move. Privius steps forward and hits a big backhand across Caster's chest, making him wobble backwards. He hits him again and Caster turns around and heads to the corner to escape the abuse. Privius stalks him, pushing him back into the turnbuckles before striking him a third time.
"Ahhh..." Caster runs away along the ropes.
Privius grabs him with a choke hold, looking him in the eyes, "Scissors this."
He then lifts Caster up with a choke slam and dropping him hard in the center of the ring. He goes for the pin: One. Two -- Caster throws his shoulder up at the last second.
Privius knows he's close now. He grabs Caster by his hair, getting him standing and then whips Caster into the corner so hard that the wrestler falls down on his ass. The pornstar comes at him with a bunch of kicks, stuffing him down there until the ref pulls him away. Caster uses the ropes to stand back up and once he's upright Privius charges at him. Caster slides out of the way at the last second and Privius eats turnbuckle with his spear. Caster yanks him back out, twisting his arm as he centers him in the ring. He then lifts the pornstar up with a belly to back suplex. Privius sits up moaning in pain. Caster climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps with his flying elbow mic drop, connecting. Caster hooks the leg and counts it out: One, two, three.
"Ahhh..." Caster runs away along the ropes.
Privius grabs him with a choke hold, looking him in the eyes, "Scissors this."
He then lifts Caster up with a choke slam and dropping him hard in the center of the ring. He goes for the pin: One. Two -- Caster throws his shoulder up at the last second.
Privius knows he's close now. He grabs Caster by his hair, getting him standing and then whips Caster into the corner so hard that the wrestler falls down on his ass. The pornstar comes at him with a bunch of kicks, stuffing him down there until the ref pulls him away. Caster uses the ropes to stand back up and once he's upright Privius charges at him. Caster slides out of the way at the last second and Privius eats turnbuckle with his spear. Caster yanks him back out, twisting his arm as he centers him in the ring. He then lifts the pornstar up with a belly to back suplex. Privius sits up moaning in pain. Caster climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps with his flying elbow mic drop, connecting. Caster hooks the leg and counts it out: One, two, three.
"Are you ready?"
"Ready for what?" Privius asks, standing up.
Caster motions his index and middle finger like they're scissor blades.
Privius shakes his head and turns his hand into scissors, connecting them with Caster's. "There, are you happy now?"
Privius shakes his head and turns his hand into scissors, connecting them with Caster's. "There, are you happy now?"
"That's not the scissoring I was talking about," Caster explains with a tone that makes it seem like Privius is an idiot.
"What?"
"What?"
Caster puts one hand down on his crotch, rubbing up and down, and then puts it on Privius's crotch and does the same. He can feel the pornstar's bulge grow. Unable to mask his intrigue, Privius's lips curl into a smile.
"Meet me back at my hotel room," Caster says, turning to his locker.
Why are we waiting? Privius wonders. But as soon as that thought crosses his mind, Bowens bursts into the locker room to congratulate his partner on his win. Bros before hoes I see, Privius concludes.
Later that night, Privius walks down the hall to Caster's room. Although he has no idea exactly what Caster means by "scissoring" his curiosity motivates each foot to keep going toward the room. He can't deny Caster's ass looked nice in their match, and although he's a little weird, Caster's personality makes him even more fuckable.
He taps on the door, and Caster is there in his pink tights with a smile on his face. "Welcome."
Caster leads Privius in like a gentleman, no not a gentleman, like a child being on his best behavior so he can get a treat at the end of it. Caster unbottons Privius's shirt, careful knowing its designer as the pornstar slides off his pants and underwear. Now naked, Privius waits for Caster to do the same, but the wrestler stands there admiring him.
"Need help?" Privius tugs Caster's tights down -- no underwear, how convenient -- as he drops to his knees. Caster stretches, putting both hands behind his own head as he feels Privius's hand firmly gripping the base of his dick before it's surrounded by the warm, plush cage of his mouth.
"Ohhhh..." Caster chuckles with pleasure. "That's it.""Meet me back at my hotel room," Caster says, turning to his locker.
Why are we waiting? Privius wonders. But as soon as that thought crosses his mind, Bowens bursts into the locker room to congratulate his partner on his win. Bros before hoes I see, Privius concludes.
Later that night, Privius walks down the hall to Caster's room. Although he has no idea exactly what Caster means by "scissoring" his curiosity motivates each foot to keep going toward the room. He can't deny Caster's ass looked nice in their match, and although he's a little weird, Caster's personality makes him even more fuckable.
He taps on the door, and Caster is there in his pink tights with a smile on his face. "Welcome."
Caster leads Privius in like a gentleman, no not a gentleman, like a child being on his best behavior so he can get a treat at the end of it. Caster unbottons Privius's shirt, careful knowing its designer as the pornstar slides off his pants and underwear. Now naked, Privius waits for Caster to do the same, but the wrestler stands there admiring him.
"Need help?" Privius tugs Caster's tights down -- no underwear, how convenient -- as he drops to his knees. Caster stretches, putting both hands behind his own head as he feels Privius's hand firmly gripping the base of his dick before it's surrounded by the warm, plush cage of his mouth.
Privius sucks him off deep and hard, like he is made for it.
"Yeah, that's where you belong. On your knees." Caster says, sliding both hands up into the back of his hair to hold him in place.
Privius slowly pulls off, hand still stroking over him almost unthinkingly, to look up at him. "You always have a lot to say, don't you?"
Caster shrugs. "You like it," he says, tightening his grasp on his hair.
He forces the pornstar's head back, and presses his hips in a little so he's fucking his throat, his wet, red mouth stretched around him. He thinks Privius couldn't look any better like this, a mouth full of dick. Then Caster reaches down and runs his fingers along the column of his throat, feeling how he opens and constricts as he thrusts into him and it's unbelievably hot.
Privius has to admit, Caster pumping his dick in his mouth is hot, and looking up at him from this angle makes him even sexier.
Privius has to admit, Caster pumping his dick in his mouth is hot, and looking up at him from this angle makes him even sexier.
"Alright, now let me see what I'm working with," Caster says, tapping Privius on his shoulders to stand up. "On the bed."
Privius crawls on the bed leaving his ass hanging over the edge. Caster smacks it, pleased with what he feels and then spits at his hole.
"Ohhh..." Privius softly mumbles. He has never felt anything like it, electricity running over his body as Caster's tongue rims him. The wrestler knows what the fuck he is doing worshipping his big muscle ass. Privius wonders why he didn't make a move on Caster, as he rests his head in his hands and basks in the pleasure.
"Mmm..." Caster grabs handfuls of Privius's ass, moaning as his tongue darts in and out of the tight hole.
He can tell Privius bottoms, just not enough, at least not enough when it's an ass like his. He inserts his index finger in slowly, pushing in until it disappears inside him. He thrusts it back and forth, listening to Privius's soft moans.
"You reading for some scissoring?"
Before Privius can respond he feels Caster's middle finger enter him. The two fingers rock back and forth and then he feels Caster open them up, doing the scissoring motion inside of him. And it feels incredible. He exhales a big breath, rocking his body in sync with Caster's motions.
"Yeah, you like that scissors in your ass?" Caster laughs.
"Ahhh..." Privius is a bit louder, a little less ashamed to be enjoying this is as much as he does.
Caster slides his fingers out of the pornstar and swears he hears a disappointed whimper from Privius. "Don't worry, I'm not done scissoring."
Caster directs Privius to lie on his back, legs open. Caster then lies down on the opposite end of the bed, lining them up. Their dicks touch, both pointing up to the ceiling, though Privius's is much larger. Caster strokes them both with one hand, taunting the pornstar with anticipation. He then holds on to Privius's thighs and lifts him up so he can slide under, putting his dick up against Privius's hole.
The pornstar grips the bedsheets, mentally preparing himself, and startles slightly when he felt the blunt head press gently against his hole. He sucks in a breath, and Caster pushes forward. Even after Caster's dick disappears inside him, Privius doesn't make a sound, just breathing deeply. The slight burn -- the one reason Privius wishes he bottomed more -- eventually fades, and he begins rocking on the dick. He keeps his eyes closed, focusing on his breathing.
"Yeah, that's it..." Caster rubs his thighs.
Everything is so gentle and slow, mostly because Caster knows Privius needs to stretch a bit. The last thing he wants is the night to abruptly end because his excitement got the best of him. He slides his hands up Privius's ripped stomach, feeling the abs as he breathes in and out. "You can take dick, come on," Caster whispers.
The wrestler props himself up on his elbows and begins thrusting in, watching as Privius's face twists. And as he picks up speed all he sees is the smile on Privius's face and Caster reminds himself, Everyone loves being scissored. "Ahhh..." Privius moans out.
Caster uses one hand to jerk off Privius's cock, squeezing from the base to the top and back down again, as the pornstar grinds on his. He goes at a faster pace, grunting as he angles his dick to hit Privius's prostate. He finds the right spot, and despite his speed, hits it again and again.
Privius's thick dick twitches and flops around on his belly, hard as steel, harder than he thinks it’s ever been. His mouth hangs open, unable to moan as his prostate gets hit over and over again. He looks at Caster, vision focusing through the haze of lust, trying to figure out the magic to his moves. But Caster's eyes are closed, head lolling back. His lips eventually part, moans escaping periodically. His long and measured thrusts deep into his Privius's tight hole nonstop.
"Uhhh, don't stop, don't stop," Privius whispers.
"What's that? I can't hear you."
Privius crawls on the bed leaving his ass hanging over the edge. Caster smacks it, pleased with what he feels and then spits at his hole.
"Ohhh..." Privius softly mumbles. He has never felt anything like it, electricity running over his body as Caster's tongue rims him. The wrestler knows what the fuck he is doing worshipping his big muscle ass. Privius wonders why he didn't make a move on Caster, as he rests his head in his hands and basks in the pleasure.
"Mmm..." Caster grabs handfuls of Privius's ass, moaning as his tongue darts in and out of the tight hole.
He can tell Privius bottoms, just not enough, at least not enough when it's an ass like his. He inserts his index finger in slowly, pushing in until it disappears inside him. He thrusts it back and forth, listening to Privius's soft moans.
"You reading for some scissoring?"
Before Privius can respond he feels Caster's middle finger enter him. The two fingers rock back and forth and then he feels Caster open them up, doing the scissoring motion inside of him. And it feels incredible. He exhales a big breath, rocking his body in sync with Caster's motions.
"Yeah, you like that scissors in your ass?" Caster laughs.
"Ahhh..." Privius is a bit louder, a little less ashamed to be enjoying this is as much as he does.
Caster slides his fingers out of the pornstar and swears he hears a disappointed whimper from Privius. "Don't worry, I'm not done scissoring."
Caster directs Privius to lie on his back, legs open. Caster then lies down on the opposite end of the bed, lining them up. Their dicks touch, both pointing up to the ceiling, though Privius's is much larger. Caster strokes them both with one hand, taunting the pornstar with anticipation. He then holds on to Privius's thighs and lifts him up so he can slide under, putting his dick up against Privius's hole.
The pornstar grips the bedsheets, mentally preparing himself, and startles slightly when he felt the blunt head press gently against his hole. He sucks in a breath, and Caster pushes forward. Even after Caster's dick disappears inside him, Privius doesn't make a sound, just breathing deeply. The slight burn -- the one reason Privius wishes he bottomed more -- eventually fades, and he begins rocking on the dick. He keeps his eyes closed, focusing on his breathing.
"Yeah, that's it..." Caster rubs his thighs.
Everything is so gentle and slow, mostly because Caster knows Privius needs to stretch a bit. The last thing he wants is the night to abruptly end because his excitement got the best of him. He slides his hands up Privius's ripped stomach, feeling the abs as he breathes in and out. "You can take dick, come on," Caster whispers.
The wrestler props himself up on his elbows and begins thrusting in, watching as Privius's face twists. And as he picks up speed all he sees is the smile on Privius's face and Caster reminds himself, Everyone loves being scissored. "Ahhh..." Privius moans out.
Caster uses one hand to jerk off Privius's cock, squeezing from the base to the top and back down again, as the pornstar grinds on his. He goes at a faster pace, grunting as he angles his dick to hit Privius's prostate. He finds the right spot, and despite his speed, hits it again and again.
Privius's thick dick twitches and flops around on his belly, hard as steel, harder than he thinks it’s ever been. His mouth hangs open, unable to moan as his prostate gets hit over and over again. He looks at Caster, vision focusing through the haze of lust, trying to figure out the magic to his moves. But Caster's eyes are closed, head lolling back. His lips eventually part, moans escaping periodically. His long and measured thrusts deep into his Privius's tight hole nonstop.
"Uhhh, don't stop, don't stop," Privius whispers.
"What's that? I can't hear you."
"UHHH, don't stop!" Privius moans.
"Louder!" Caster shouts.
"AHHH! Right there, don't stop! Don't stop!"
The sights and the sounds and the feelings are too much for Privius, who lets out his loudest moan yet and then as Caster twists his hand around his head, his dick twitches and shoots out his load. The cum slides through Caster's fingers splattering the pornstar's abdomen and pubes.
"Ahhh, fuck yeah," Casters says, using the warm substance as lube to continue stroking him.
"Uhh, uhhhh, UHHH," Privius chokes out, still riding out his orgasm.
Caster then pulls his dick out and holds the two dicks together like he did before. With a couple of strokes he erupts, a few splurts reach Privius's face, the rest paint Caster's stomach in a coat of white.
"Ahhh... fuck... mmm..." Caster's body shakes as he moans contently. "I told you I'd have you begging me not to stop."
Happy that Caster was right, Privius blushes, "Indeed you did."
"Louder!" Caster shouts.
"AHHH! Right there, don't stop! Don't stop!"
The sights and the sounds and the feelings are too much for Privius, who lets out his loudest moan yet and then as Caster twists his hand around his head, his dick twitches and shoots out his load. The cum slides through Caster's fingers splattering the pornstar's abdomen and pubes.
"Ahhh, fuck yeah," Casters says, using the warm substance as lube to continue stroking him.
"Uhh, uhhhh, UHHH," Privius chokes out, still riding out his orgasm.
Caster then pulls his dick out and holds the two dicks together like he did before. With a couple of strokes he erupts, a few splurts reach Privius's face, the rest paint Caster's stomach in a coat of white.
"Ahhh... fuck... mmm..." Caster's body shakes as he moans contently. "I told you I'd have you begging me not to stop."
Happy that Caster was right, Privius blushes, "Indeed you did."
Both men lay panting, not wanting to move. Privius eventually tilts his head up and sees Caster smiling at the ceiling like he's in a complete daze. Privius flops his head back down on the pillow, he's not going anywhere tonight.
"Holy shit, you better start scissoring me," Caster warns.
"With pleasure," Privius replies.
Caster rolls over and spreads his legs. In a moment he feels the blunt tip of Privius's anaconda cock poking at his twitching hole.
"Come on, scissor me, scissor--" Caster begs.
Caster is cut off as he feels the intrusion, relaxing his body as much as he could, but more and more of Privius's dick pushes in, stretching him to the limits. He lets out a drawn out moan as Privius bottoms out inside of him. "Holy shit," even Privius can't believe all of him is in the wrestler.
Caster's improved physique and fun personality would make him a great lay, but it's not enough to choose him over the incredibly shredded Privius if given the choice between the two.
The next day, while in the gym getting his workout in with Bowens, Caster can't seem to get the images from last night out of his head. Even Bowens can tell his partner is smitten and puts his hand on his shoulder to comfort him, "That's the thing about one night stands Max," Bowens explains. "When you find an incredible partner you regret letting him get away."
Caster tries to tune Bowens out, always finding ways to shove his perfect little relationship in Caster's face. But then as he's about to go to the squat rack Caster's phone buzzes from a text.
It's an unknown number sending him a scissors emoji with a question mark.
Before Caster can ask who it is, a second text comes through: This is Michael BTW.
Well that does it. Caster replies with "When?" and Privius instantly messages him back with "ASAP." Caster looks at Bowens as he does some curls, and smiles at him as he types, "I'm on my way."
Caster tries to tune Bowens out, always finding ways to shove his perfect little relationship in Caster's face. But then as he's about to go to the squat rack Caster's phone buzzes from a text.
It's an unknown number sending him a scissors emoji with a question mark.
Before Caster can ask who it is, a second text comes through: This is Michael BTW.
Well that does it. Caster replies with "When?" and Privius instantly messages him back with "ASAP." Caster looks at Bowens as he does some curls, and smiles at him as he types, "I'm on my way."
"Where are you going?" Bowens asks as Caster heads for the exit, though he has a strong suspicion he knows the answer already.
Caster does a scissoring motion and then pats his hand on Bowens's shoulder to comfort him, "That's the thing about long distance relationships, Anthony. When you want your partner sometimes he's not always available to you."
Caster does a scissoring motion and then pats his hand on Bowens's shoulder to comfort him, "That's the thing about long distance relationships, Anthony. When you want your partner sometimes he's not always available to you."
Caster returns to his hotel room, finding Privius outside his door waiting. ASAP indeed.
"Wow, you rushed over here--"
Privius pulls Caster near him, shutting him up with a kiss. A long hard kiss, tongue in his mouth, hands feeling his chest. When Caster pulls back he understands, Privius isn't here to chat.
"Wow, you rushed over here--"
Privius pulls Caster near him, shutting him up with a kiss. A long hard kiss, tongue in his mouth, hands feeling his chest. When Caster pulls back he understands, Privius isn't here to chat.
Inside the room the men strip naked, hungry for each other. Caster kisses down Privius's chest, licking both his pecs before sucking on them one at a time. Privius stands still, used to being worshipped. But before Caster has any ideas he lets him know, "This time, I want to scissor you."
Caster puts his hand on Privius's gigantic cock and in case he isn't clear, says, "You can do whatever you want to me."
Caster puts his hand on Privius's gigantic cock and in case he isn't clear, says, "You can do whatever you want to me."
"Good, because I plan too."
"Oh, someone's trying to be a dom today," Caster teases.
Privius kisses Caster again, silencing that big mouth of his. Caster pulls back and admires the hunk's body some more, wanting to touch everything he sees. When it comes to his dick, Privius takes a step back, falling backward on the bed, and then spreading his legs out. Caster hops on after him and reaches for the dick, stroking it, amazed at just how big it gets.
Privius kisses Caster again, silencing that big mouth of his. Caster pulls back and admires the hunk's body some more, wanting to touch everything he sees. When it comes to his dick, Privius takes a step back, falling backward on the bed, and then spreading his legs out. Caster hops on after him and reaches for the dick, stroking it, amazed at just how big it gets.
"Someone lost for words?" Privius asks.
"No... I'm just--"
Before Caster can utter one more word Privius grabs the back of his head pushing it to his dick. "Shut up and suck me."
Before Caster can utter one more word Privius grabs the back of his head pushing it to his dick. "Shut up and suck me."
Caster normally would push back against such commands, but he wants that dick too much to risk it. Instead he grips the dick and rubs the head back and forth across his lips.
"This isn't your microphone," Privius says, thrusting up trying to get his dick between Caster's lips.
The pornstar is correct, but fuck his dick is as big as Caster's mic. The wrestler licks up from Privius's balls to the tip of his head and then goes back down, this time with his mouth open, inhaling as much of the shaft as he can. He gags a bit, but that doesn't dissuade him, as he deep throats Privius like a champ.
Holy shit, he does have a big mouth, Privius thinks as he watches in awe.
"This isn't your microphone," Privius says, thrusting up trying to get his dick between Caster's lips.
The pornstar is correct, but fuck his dick is as big as Caster's mic. The wrestler licks up from Privius's balls to the tip of his head and then goes back down, this time with his mouth open, inhaling as much of the shaft as he can. He gags a bit, but that doesn't dissuade him, as he deep throats Privius like a champ.
Holy shit, he does have a big mouth, Privius thinks as he watches in awe.
Caster knows what he's doing to Privius, seeing the pornstar's toes curl. But he's equally lost, lost in the taste of Privius on his tongue and the thrill of showing the pornstar he's just as good as him.
When Privius's hips start to rock a little too hard Caster finally raises his head and licks his lips, messily.
"Oh fuck," mutters Privius. "Don't stop, don't fucking stop, please don't stop."
Caster sniggers, "Well, hold still then," and dips his head again to lap lightly at the head of his erection. Privius shivers and gasps, as Caster curls his lips and takes the dick back in his mouth. He ducks his head further, until he's taken the monster cock as far as he can go, and sucks, reveling in the way Privius tenses all around him.
"Ahhh... fuck okay, I'm good," Privius says, abruptly ending the blow job. "Now let me help prep you."
Caster gets on his hands and knees and so his ass faces the headboard. He looks up in the mirror seeing Privius crawl forward and put his head up against his ass. He arches his back involuntarily as Privius's tongue works wonders on his hole. His eyes flutter as the pornstar finds one spot and focuses on it.
"Ohhh... mmm... that's it, eat me out," Caster can't help but be vocal no matter what he's doing.
Caster's dick is pulsing against his stomach, precum flowing like it never has before. Privius hits the right spot and sends shockwaves through the wrestler's body, and he reaches around grabbing onto Caster's cock, slowly stroking it in time with his tongue moves. Caster is in goddamn heaven. He looks up trying to last longer, but all he sees in the mirror is the top of Privius's head behind his ass.When Privius's hips start to rock a little too hard Caster finally raises his head and licks his lips, messily.
"Oh fuck," mutters Privius. "Don't stop, don't fucking stop, please don't stop."
Caster sniggers, "Well, hold still then," and dips his head again to lap lightly at the head of his erection. Privius shivers and gasps, as Caster curls his lips and takes the dick back in his mouth. He ducks his head further, until he's taken the monster cock as far as he can go, and sucks, reveling in the way Privius tenses all around him.
"Ahhh... fuck okay, I'm good," Privius says, abruptly ending the blow job. "Now let me help prep you."
Caster gets on his hands and knees and so his ass faces the headboard. He looks up in the mirror seeing Privius crawl forward and put his head up against his ass. He arches his back involuntarily as Privius's tongue works wonders on his hole. His eyes flutter as the pornstar finds one spot and focuses on it.
"Ohhh... mmm... that's it, eat me out," Caster can't help but be vocal no matter what he's doing.
"Holy shit, you better start scissoring me," Caster warns.
"With pleasure," Privius replies.
Caster rolls over and spreads his legs. In a moment he feels the blunt tip of Privius's anaconda cock poking at his twitching hole.
"Come on, scissor me, scissor--" Caster begs.
Caster is cut off as he feels the intrusion, relaxing his body as much as he could, but more and more of Privius's dick pushes in, stretching him to the limits. He lets out a drawn out moan as Privius bottoms out inside of him. "Holy shit," even Privius can't believe all of him is in the wrestler.
Caster exhales again, his writhing shifting to a slow grind,
"Ohhh..." Privius is caught off guard, but holds Caster's thighs as he rides him.
"Fuck yeah! Scissor me good baby," Caster exclaims.
The wrestler bounces on the dick, making the bed creak, but he doesn't care. The dick is too good. He's never felt so filled in his life, and seeing the rest of the man that the dick is attached to is just icing on the cake.
"Ahh, that's it, scissor me just like that."
Caster reaches for Privius's hands, holding them as he rocks his ass on the dick. The wrestler shows no restraint, riding the dick hard, so hard it flops out of his loose hole. He slams back in, nailing the small bundle of nerves repeatedly over and over again until Privius is the one crying out, "That's it, don't stop, don't stop..."
Caster tilts his head back to watch the action in the mirror, seeing his own dick flop on his stomach as he bounces on Privius. He shifts to the side getting a view of Privius's face, who looks lost in another world.
The pornstar holds on to Caster's waist and thrusts his dick up in him. Caster lets Privius take over, cheering him on, "That's it, fuck me. Harder. Right there. Yeah..."
Privius closes his eyes, pounding up harder and faster. It's not the easiest at this angle, but the pure pleasure from he's feeling makes it worth it. He can feel himself raking over his prostate, and indeed Caster's ability to speak is momentarily lost. The pornstar can tell this is going to be the end, and grabs Caster's cock, stroking it slowly.
"That's it come for me," he whispers.
Caster's body shakes hard as his orgasm hits him, and Privius feels the hot spill of his come over his hand as Caster's body tenses.
"Ahhh, fuck yeah..." Caster exhales, "Ohhhh..."
His eyes are wide, still riding that orgasm. But they remain wider as Privius fills him, coming hard and fast.
"Mmm..." Privius quietly breathes, his body tingling from his release as his dick slides out of Caster.
"Ohhh..." Privius is caught off guard, but holds Caster's thighs as he rides him.
"Fuck yeah! Scissor me good baby," Caster exclaims.
The wrestler bounces on the dick, making the bed creak, but he doesn't care. The dick is too good. He's never felt so filled in his life, and seeing the rest of the man that the dick is attached to is just icing on the cake.
"Ahh, that's it, scissor me just like that."
Caster reaches for Privius's hands, holding them as he rocks his ass on the dick. The wrestler shows no restraint, riding the dick hard, so hard it flops out of his loose hole. He slams back in, nailing the small bundle of nerves repeatedly over and over again until Privius is the one crying out, "That's it, don't stop, don't stop..."
Caster tilts his head back to watch the action in the mirror, seeing his own dick flop on his stomach as he bounces on Privius. He shifts to the side getting a view of Privius's face, who looks lost in another world.
The pornstar holds on to Caster's waist and thrusts his dick up in him. Caster lets Privius take over, cheering him on, "That's it, fuck me. Harder. Right there. Yeah..."
Privius closes his eyes, pounding up harder and faster. It's not the easiest at this angle, but the pure pleasure from he's feeling makes it worth it. He can feel himself raking over his prostate, and indeed Caster's ability to speak is momentarily lost. The pornstar can tell this is going to be the end, and grabs Caster's cock, stroking it slowly.
"That's it come for me," he whispers.
Caster's body shakes hard as his orgasm hits him, and Privius feels the hot spill of his come over his hand as Caster's body tenses.
"Ahhh, fuck yeah..." Caster exhales, "Ohhhh..."
His eyes are wide, still riding that orgasm. But they remain wider as Privius fills him, coming hard and fast.
"Mmm..." Privius quietly breathes, his body tingling from his release as his dick slides out of Caster.
He rests his head back down, their legs still intertwined in the scissoring position. Privius pulls Caster up next to him, sharing the pillow with him. Caster remains breathing heavily, sweating, still beaming in the afterglow. Privius holds up his hand and separates his index and middle finger and then Caster does the same and the two men scissor each other as their lips lock one more time.
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