It's been a week since Lashley manhandled Ali in the ring and then fucked the hell out of him in the locker room afterwards. And all Ali can think about is Lashley's long, thick monster cock and how incredible it felt having it fill his ass. The way he bounced on it, his cheeks rubbing against Lashley's thighs while Lashley bounced his pecs in sync with Ali's movements. How it good it felt being shoved up against and the wall and having the dick pound deep inside him. And how he got down on his knees and opened his mouth wide as that dick hovered over him and rained its cum down his throat.
It's no wonder Ali is backstage this week searching for Lashley, his hole throbbing for more dick, but he can't find him. He returns to the locker room, dejected, thinking he'll have to settle for someone else, closing his eyes and imagining its Lashley's monstrous dick. But when he turns the corner and sees Melanin getting changed, he suddenly has a change of plans.
"Who are you supposed to face tonight?" Ali asks, punctuating the question by licking his lips.
"Uh, Ziggler?" Melanin answers.
"No, you're facing me now," Ali responds.
Melanin isn't sure of the etiquette and protocol backstage and if matches can be changed on a whim like this, but he can't help hide a tinge of disappointment as he has been looking forward to getting in the ring with Ziggler and most likely fucking him afterward.
Ali puts his hands on Melanin's chest, feeling his soft skin, before he pinches his nipples, "Now is that going to be a problem?"
"Ahhh, no..." Melanin responds, getting hard the tighter Ali pinches his pecs.
"Good," Ali releases Melanin's nipples from his fingers and flips his own hair, "I look forward to it."
And it's clear Ali sincerely means that statement as he is all smiles when it comes time for their match and he's strutting his way to the ring where his opponent awaits. Melanin looks even better in the arena with the lights shining down on his glistening, oiled-up skin. Ziggler would never appreciate Melanin as much as Ali does.
"Who are you supposed to face tonight?" Ali asks, punctuating the question by licking his lips.
"Uh, Ziggler?" Melanin answers.
"No, you're facing me now," Ali responds.
Melanin isn't sure of the etiquette and protocol backstage and if matches can be changed on a whim like this, but he can't help hide a tinge of disappointment as he has been looking forward to getting in the ring with Ziggler and most likely fucking him afterward.
Ali puts his hands on Melanin's chest, feeling his soft skin, before he pinches his nipples, "Now is that going to be a problem?"
"Ahhh, no..." Melanin responds, getting hard the tighter Ali pinches his pecs.
"Good," Ali releases Melanin's nipples from his fingers and flips his own hair, "I look forward to it."
And it's clear Ali sincerely means that statement as he is all smiles when it comes time for their match and he's strutting his way to the ring where his opponent awaits. Melanin looks even better in the arena with the lights shining down on his glistening, oiled-up skin. Ziggler would never appreciate Melanin as much as Ali does.
The bell rings and Ali sticks his hands up to grapple. Melanin grabs them and tosses the wrestler into the corner turnbuckles like he's a doll. "That was a little rough..." Ali thinks. He flips his hair out of his face getting a clear view of Melanin charging at him. He holds the top rope and at the last second leaps up, dodging the pornstar's spear, flipping over him. Melanin turns around and comes right back at Ali, still harboring some anger over replacing Ziggler. Ali backs away, fearful of the look Melanin has in his eyes. When Ali wanted someone like Lashley, this isn't what he had in mind. The wrestler finds himself again trapped in the corner. He slides through the middle and top ropes to the ring edge, avoiding Melanin's reach and then hits a shoulder thrust through the ropes, getting Melanin in the gut. He flips over Melanin's bent over back and then hits a spinning wheel kick to the pornstar's head when he turns around. Melanin holds his head, surprised that Ali had that the wrestler is actually fighting back instead of running away. He swings at his opponent, but Ali ducks and runs towards the ropes. When he springs back toward Melanin, he ducks the pornstar's clothesline and rebounds off the opposite ropes. This time he's not as lucky and Melanin connects, causing Ali to flip 360 before landing on his stomach. Ali flops around reaching for the ropes to pull himself up, but he's so dazed he doesn't know what direction he's facing. His hand instead lands on Melanin's crotch. He can feel Melanin's cock through his trunks, as big as he hoped it would be. He rubs his hands up and down until Melanin has had enough and pulls him up by his hair. He tosses Ali into the corner again, so hard that the wrestler slumps down in the corner. If Ali wants his dick so much he should like this, Melanin thinks, as he runs toward him and lands on top of him with a bronco buster, his crotch right in Ali's face. And to cap it off he thrusts his crotch at Ali's head, hitting him before climbing off the wrestler. He tosses Ali to the center of the ring and goes for a pin, but the wrestler punches out just after a two-count.
Melanin stands up first, pulling Ali's hair to get him up. He then lifts Ali up and nails him with a backbreaker on his knee. Ali crawls away, rubbing his back, hoping that Melanin will take his time coming after him. The pornstar does, happily watching Ali's ass jiggle as it crawls to the corner. Maybe he's not such a bad replacement for Ziggler after all, Melanin thinks. He doesn't give him much time though, and comes toward him ready to continue his domination. Once he's within reach, Ali grabs him by the trunks and pulls him face-first into the turnbuckles. Melanin drops to his knee as Ali scurries out of the corner. When Melanin is back up, he turns around and sees Ali rolling toward him then leaping up, grabbing the back of his head and slamming it down with a facebuster. Melanin falls flat on his stomach, his round ass looking like a mountain on the ring. Ali climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and, once the pornstar is standing, jumps at him hitting a tornado DDT. He crawls back on top of Melanin for the pin, but the pornstar lifts his shoulder after a one-count.
Both men get up at the same time and lunge at each other. Ali gets Melanin in a wrist lock and spins behind him, lifting the pornstar up with a belly-to-back suplex. Before Ali can capitalize on his advantage, Melanin rolls out of the ring, thinking he's safe. Ali sees he's not paying attention and builds up his speed running to the ropes and rebounding back, where he goes for a suicide dive through the middle and top ropes. But Melanin catches him and shoves the wrestler back against the side of the ring. He then grabs Ali by the back of his head and smashes him against the barricade before rolling him back in the ring. Melanin waits for Ali to get up and then springboards over the ropes with a crossbody, landing on top of him. He hooks his legs and goes for the pin, but the count is cut off at two.
Melanin pulls Ali back up, but Ali ducks his punch and runs to the ropes. He springs back with a running hurricanrana, taking Melanin down, albeit only briefly as the pornstar scrambles right back up. Ali comes at him again, but Melanin ducks this time and hoists Ali up with an inverted atomic drop. As Ali holds himself, Melanin hits a couple of big backhands across his chest, knocking him to the corner. He pulls Ali forward and knees him in the gut and then goes to lift him up for a suplex, but Ali lands on his feet. He wraps his hands around Melanin in a waistlock, but the pornstar runs to the ropes and grabs a hold of them to shake Ali off. Ali holds on, his hands slipping lower against Melanin's crotch. The pornstar thrusts backward, using his ass to push Ali off of him and then turns around and kicks him in the shins, knocking Ali to his knees. The pornstar grabs him by the head and hits a facebuster of his own. He rolls on top of Ali, holding one leg for the pin, but Ali breaks the count before three.
Melanin gets behind the seated Ali and gets him in a side headlock. Ali crawls forward, going for the ropes, but Melanin puts the squeeze on him. Ali gives up on that and elbows Melanin and again, the third time breaking his hold. The wrestler gets back up and runs to the ropes to pick up speed. He comes at Melanin with a crossbody, but the pornstar catches him and whips him around with side slam. He then wraps his legs around Ali in a bodyscissors hold. Tired and sore, Ali struggles to breathe as Melanin's legs press against his torso. He tries to pry his legs open, but Melanin's overpowering him. And the more Ali attempts to fight back the tighter the squeeze. Melanin reclines back and rolls over on his belly, flipping Ali over for a pin. One. Two. Thr-- Ali squirms his way free before losing.
Melanin hurries back up and comes at Ali with a clothesline that takes him down hard. He pulls Ali up and throws him on his shoulders and falls back with a Samoa drop. Ali lays stretched out on his back, barely moving, little fight left in him. He's wondering if maybe he should have held out for Lashley instead of taking this beating. Melanin's not done yet and grabs Ali again, but Ali counters with a cheap poke in the eyes. Melanin stumbles back as Ali catches a breath. He swings at the pornstar, but Melanin, blurry vision and all, blocks it and then kicks Ali in the gut and then drops him down with a stunner. He crawls up between Ali's legs and lays on him for the pin, this time getting the three-count and victory.
Both men get up at the same time and lunge at each other. Ali gets Melanin in a wrist lock and spins behind him, lifting the pornstar up with a belly-to-back suplex. Before Ali can capitalize on his advantage, Melanin rolls out of the ring, thinking he's safe. Ali sees he's not paying attention and builds up his speed running to the ropes and rebounding back, where he goes for a suicide dive through the middle and top ropes. But Melanin catches him and shoves the wrestler back against the side of the ring. He then grabs Ali by the back of his head and smashes him against the barricade before rolling him back in the ring. Melanin waits for Ali to get up and then springboards over the ropes with a crossbody, landing on top of him. He hooks his legs and goes for the pin, but the count is cut off at two.
Melanin pulls Ali back up, but Ali ducks his punch and runs to the ropes. He springs back with a running hurricanrana, taking Melanin down, albeit only briefly as the pornstar scrambles right back up. Ali comes at him again, but Melanin ducks this time and hoists Ali up with an inverted atomic drop. As Ali holds himself, Melanin hits a couple of big backhands across his chest, knocking him to the corner. He pulls Ali forward and knees him in the gut and then goes to lift him up for a suplex, but Ali lands on his feet. He wraps his hands around Melanin in a waistlock, but the pornstar runs to the ropes and grabs a hold of them to shake Ali off. Ali holds on, his hands slipping lower against Melanin's crotch. The pornstar thrusts backward, using his ass to push Ali off of him and then turns around and kicks him in the shins, knocking Ali to his knees. The pornstar grabs him by the head and hits a facebuster of his own. He rolls on top of Ali, holding one leg for the pin, but Ali breaks the count before three.
Melanin gets behind the seated Ali and gets him in a side headlock. Ali crawls forward, going for the ropes, but Melanin puts the squeeze on him. Ali gives up on that and elbows Melanin and again, the third time breaking his hold. The wrestler gets back up and runs to the ropes to pick up speed. He comes at Melanin with a crossbody, but the pornstar catches him and whips him around with side slam. He then wraps his legs around Ali in a bodyscissors hold. Tired and sore, Ali struggles to breathe as Melanin's legs press against his torso. He tries to pry his legs open, but Melanin's overpowering him. And the more Ali attempts to fight back the tighter the squeeze. Melanin reclines back and rolls over on his belly, flipping Ali over for a pin. One. Two. Thr-- Ali squirms his way free before losing.
Melanin hurries back up and comes at Ali with a clothesline that takes him down hard. He pulls Ali up and throws him on his shoulders and falls back with a Samoa drop. Ali lays stretched out on his back, barely moving, little fight left in him. He's wondering if maybe he should have held out for Lashley instead of taking this beating. Melanin's not done yet and grabs Ali again, but Ali counters with a cheap poke in the eyes. Melanin stumbles back as Ali catches a breath. He swings at the pornstar, but Melanin, blurry vision and all, blocks it and then kicks Ali in the gut and then drops him down with a stunner. He crawls up between Ali's legs and lays on him for the pin, this time getting the three-count and victory.
Ali limps back to the locker room, head still spinning from the match. He now questions his flirty interact with Melanin before their match. Was it flirty? Or was Melanin genuinely annoyed? He's so lost in his thought that he doesn't hear Melanin catch up to him.
"Oh hey," Ali says, visibly caught off guard.
"That was quite a match," Melanin says as he puts Ali's arm around his shoulder to help him.
"Yeah, you certainly didn't go easy on me," Ali says, surprised by Melanin's aid.
"I thought you liked it rough," Melanin replies.
They've reached the locker room, Ali takes a seat on the bench by his locker. "So did I, but apparently not that rough." Ali flips his hair back. "But I noticed you seemed quite excited out there."
"Oh, you mean how you kept grabbing my crotch?" Melanin laughs as he takes a seat next to Ali. "I suppose anybody would be excited about that."
He brushes one of Ali's stray hairs back and pulls him in for a kiss. Despite being exhausted from that workout of a match, the kiss re-energizes Ali, who kisses Melanin back, sucking on his lips with force. This is what he's been waiting for, and worth every painful second in the ring. He helps slide off Melanin's trunks, getting his first look at Melanin's dick. It rolls out, semi-hard and looks even bigger than it felt. The pornstar stands back up, putting one foot on the bench so his dick is lined up perfectly with Ali's face. The wrestler looks up and seeing the authoritative smile on Melanin's face encourages him to open wide and try to take it all in one gulp.
"Ahhh, fuck," Melanin puts his hand on Ali's head and grinds up in him.
Ali's eyes water as he chokes, but doesn't want to pull away. Doesn't want to look weak. He breathes through his nose, hallows his cheeks, and holds on, sucking Melanin's dick as the pornstar drags it out of his throat. Ali immediately kisses the head, not wanting the dick out of his mouth for long, bobbing his head back and forth so fast that Melanin nearly falls over. This is just like the cock he's been craving, and so he worships it accordingly with his tongue.
Melanin grabs Ali by the hair and pulls him back, a sign that maybe he's been doing too good of a job. Ali slides off his tights, strings of pre-cum clinging to the spandex. Melanin looks at Ali up and down, pleased with what he sees. He then directs Ali back on the bench, on his back, pulling his legs back so his feet are pointing at the ceiling. The pornstar kneels down toward Ali's pulsing hole and puts his lips on it. He sloppily kisses it, saliva dripping everywhere. He then licks up Ali's ass to his balls and his shaft until he gets to Ali's head which he sucks on. Ali stares at the ceiling trying to picture how hot Melanin looks rimming and blowing him with the end of his dreads brushing against his skin. As Melanin slowly bobs his head up and down on Ali's cock he stealthily slides his middle finger in the wrestler's hole. He speeds up his sucking and matches the pace with his finger.
"Oh god," Ali moans with delight.
Melanin continues slurping the dick, swallowing Ali's pre-cum as he takes it all in. He replaces his middle finger with his thumb, fucking Ali with it even though the wrestler doesn't need to be loosened up at all. It's not like he bottoms daily, but after Lashley fucked him with little foreplay, Ali prepared himself should they have another encounter. But Melanin seems to savor oral sex, continuing to work his magic until Ali utters, "Fuck me already," sounding more impatient than he means to.
Melanin can read Ali's intentions though and stands up and pushes in inch by inch, agonizingly slow, until the entirety of his cock is fully sheathed inside of Ali. Ali finally lets out the breath he's been holding in, his eyes wide looking at Melanin for confirmation that he's entirely in him. The pornstar smirks and then snaps his hips, giving him his answer.
"Ohhhh..." Ali rests his head on the bench, enjoying the feeling of Melanin pumping into him with a solid pace.
The tight heat and the sound of Ali's broken moan instantly captivates Melanin, making him even more conscious of his every move and Ali's reaction to it. He can tell Ali's been craving a dick like his and, though he's confident in his abilities, he especially doesn't want to disappoint him now. Besides, the perfect grip around his cock feels so good that he can't help but deliver his best and praise his bottom.
"Fuck you look so hot taking my dick, Mustafa."
Ali is a wreck, letting out helpless whimpers every time Melanin penetrates deep into him. He doesn't know if he'll last long like this. Melanin can see the bit of panic in Ali's eyes so he pulls out and directs Ali to get on his hands and knees on the bench. Melanin gets behind him and resumes fucking him -- doggie style.
They've reached the locker room, Ali takes a seat on the bench by his locker. "So did I, but apparently not that rough." Ali flips his hair back. "But I noticed you seemed quite excited out there."
"Oh, you mean how you kept grabbing my crotch?" Melanin laughs as he takes a seat next to Ali. "I suppose anybody would be excited about that."
He brushes one of Ali's stray hairs back and pulls him in for a kiss. Despite being exhausted from that workout of a match, the kiss re-energizes Ali, who kisses Melanin back, sucking on his lips with force. This is what he's been waiting for, and worth every painful second in the ring. He helps slide off Melanin's trunks, getting his first look at Melanin's dick. It rolls out, semi-hard and looks even bigger than it felt. The pornstar stands back up, putting one foot on the bench so his dick is lined up perfectly with Ali's face. The wrestler looks up and seeing the authoritative smile on Melanin's face encourages him to open wide and try to take it all in one gulp.
"Ahhh, fuck," Melanin puts his hand on Ali's head and grinds up in him.
Ali's eyes water as he chokes, but doesn't want to pull away. Doesn't want to look weak. He breathes through his nose, hallows his cheeks, and holds on, sucking Melanin's dick as the pornstar drags it out of his throat. Ali immediately kisses the head, not wanting the dick out of his mouth for long, bobbing his head back and forth so fast that Melanin nearly falls over. This is just like the cock he's been craving, and so he worships it accordingly with his tongue.
Melanin grabs Ali by the hair and pulls him back, a sign that maybe he's been doing too good of a job. Ali slides off his tights, strings of pre-cum clinging to the spandex. Melanin looks at Ali up and down, pleased with what he sees. He then directs Ali back on the bench, on his back, pulling his legs back so his feet are pointing at the ceiling. The pornstar kneels down toward Ali's pulsing hole and puts his lips on it. He sloppily kisses it, saliva dripping everywhere. He then licks up Ali's ass to his balls and his shaft until he gets to Ali's head which he sucks on. Ali stares at the ceiling trying to picture how hot Melanin looks rimming and blowing him with the end of his dreads brushing against his skin. As Melanin slowly bobs his head up and down on Ali's cock he stealthily slides his middle finger in the wrestler's hole. He speeds up his sucking and matches the pace with his finger.
"Oh god," Ali moans with delight.
Melanin continues slurping the dick, swallowing Ali's pre-cum as he takes it all in. He replaces his middle finger with his thumb, fucking Ali with it even though the wrestler doesn't need to be loosened up at all. It's not like he bottoms daily, but after Lashley fucked him with little foreplay, Ali prepared himself should they have another encounter. But Melanin seems to savor oral sex, continuing to work his magic until Ali utters, "Fuck me already," sounding more impatient than he means to.
Melanin can read Ali's intentions though and stands up and pushes in inch by inch, agonizingly slow, until the entirety of his cock is fully sheathed inside of Ali. Ali finally lets out the breath he's been holding in, his eyes wide looking at Melanin for confirmation that he's entirely in him. The pornstar smirks and then snaps his hips, giving him his answer.
"Ohhhh..." Ali rests his head on the bench, enjoying the feeling of Melanin pumping into him with a solid pace.
The tight heat and the sound of Ali's broken moan instantly captivates Melanin, making him even more conscious of his every move and Ali's reaction to it. He can tell Ali's been craving a dick like his and, though he's confident in his abilities, he especially doesn't want to disappoint him now. Besides, the perfect grip around his cock feels so good that he can't help but deliver his best and praise his bottom.
"Fuck you look so hot taking my dick, Mustafa."
Ali is a wreck, letting out helpless whimpers every time Melanin penetrates deep into him. He doesn't know if he'll last long like this. Melanin can see the bit of panic in Ali's eyes so he pulls out and directs Ali to get on his hands and knees on the bench. Melanin gets behind him and resumes fucking him -- doggie style.
Ali has the perfect arch in his back, getting his ass angled nicely to receive Melanins' cock again. The pornstar puts one hand on Ali's shoulder and the other on his waist as he drills into him with a determined pace.
"Ahhh ahhh ahhh," Ali yells out, his hair tossing with each penetration.
Ali has a second wind now. Maybe it's because he can't see Melanin's gorgeous body as he plows into him, or maybe it's not watching the dick going in and out of him, or a combination of the two -- but Ali doesn't worry about coming embarrassingly early anymore.
Melanin fucks with long strokes, his dick disappearing all the way in and coming more than halfway out before returning back in. Ali is handling it like a pro, clenching around it at the right moments, and rocking back at the best time. It's all so hot that the pornstar doesn't feel his own orgasm coming until it's too late. He tries fucking through it, but's it not long until he's spilling his seed deep inside the wrestler, filling him to the brim until it trickles from his cock-stuffed rectum and onto the bench.
"Fuck yeah, fill me up," Ali says. As much as the wrestler enjoys swallowing loads, he finds himself liking the feeling of Melanin's seed in him even better.
"Awwww..." Melanin shakes, weak from his orgasm.
He takes a couple steps back to watch the completion of his work: more drops of his cum oozing out of Ali's hole.
"Uhhhhhhh..." Ali groans the loudest he's been all night. "Ahhhhh!"
"Ahhh ahhh ahhh," Ali yells out, his hair tossing with each penetration.
Ali has a second wind now. Maybe it's because he can't see Melanin's gorgeous body as he plows into him, or maybe it's not watching the dick going in and out of him, or a combination of the two -- but Ali doesn't worry about coming embarrassingly early anymore.
Melanin fucks with long strokes, his dick disappearing all the way in and coming more than halfway out before returning back in. Ali is handling it like a pro, clenching around it at the right moments, and rocking back at the best time. It's all so hot that the pornstar doesn't feel his own orgasm coming until it's too late. He tries fucking through it, but's it not long until he's spilling his seed deep inside the wrestler, filling him to the brim until it trickles from his cock-stuffed rectum and onto the bench.
"Fuck yeah, fill me up," Ali says. As much as the wrestler enjoys swallowing loads, he finds himself liking the feeling of Melanin's seed in him even better.
"Awwww..." Melanin shakes, weak from his orgasm.
He takes a couple steps back to watch the completion of his work: more drops of his cum oozing out of Ali's hole.
After a quiet moment, Ali sits on the bench, jerking off. Melanin puts his hand on his wrist to stop him and then straddles Ali's hips, his fingers tangling into Ali's hair as their lips lock up again. Melanin squats on the bench and Ali reclines down, staring at the ceiling as he feels Melanin descend down on to his cock.
"Ahhhh..." the pornstar lets out a long sigh that sends shivers down Ali's back.
As Melanin rises and lowers himself down Ali's member he skims his fingertips over Ali's abs up to his chest and back down. It takes the wrestler another moment that the third thing softly grazing against his skin is the head of Melanin's cock every time he descends.
"Fuck, your ass is perfect," Ali exclaims.
Melanin nods, having the same thoughts about Ali's cock. The wrestler holds each cheek in his hands squeezing them as Melanin rocks up and down faster on him. The pornstar lets out soft noises as Ali's member fills him up. Melanin now grips the edge of the bench to keep himself up-- the combination of the accelerated pace and Ali thrusting up in him testing his balance.
"Mmm... mmm... mmm..." Melanin moans every time he reaches Ali's balls, savoring having the cock completely in him.
While Ali isn't as verbal, he finds himself agreeing with everything Melanin is saying, appreciating the pornstar's blissfully tight warmth surrounding his cock. As much as Ali has been craving some BBC, he finds himself enjoying Melanin's ass far more. Yeah, Lashley let him play with his hole a little bit, seemingly embarrassed by his fondness for dick, but Melanin shows no hesitation, which only makes Ali want to explore him even more.
As Melanin begins to slow down, Ali recalls last week, and how amazing it was when Lashley dominated him standing up, pressed against the wall. So he uses the opening to stand up and push Melanin up against the wall, a little rougher than he intended, but the pornstar doesn't seem to mind. In fact, the way Melanin arches his back, he seems to welcome it. Ali guides his dick in between Melanin's cakes until its back inside with little resistance.
"Ohhhhh, yeah," Melanin whispers, "Fuck me Mustafa."
Ali holds on to Melanin's waist as he hammers into him at a fast pace. He wants the pornstar to feel what he felt when Lashley did this to him. He tries to think of what angle they were at, trying to adjust for his and Melanin's heights, but all this thinking is getting in the way of the fucking. So Ali says fuck it, and just goes by instinct, fucking Melanin as hard as he can.
"Uhhh uhhh," Melanin groans out in response, indictating Ali's instincts are right.
The pornstar's hands press firmly against the wall as he struggles to maintain his position with all of Ali's pounding. And as fast and wild as Ali gets, he never loses his rhythm, leaving Melanin in complete awe. He wonders where the wrestler found the stamina to do this after their match and receiving his own pounding.
"Mmm, mmmm, mmm..." Melanin moans into the wall.
While Ali isn't as verbal, he finds himself agreeing with everything Melanin is saying, appreciating the pornstar's blissfully tight warmth surrounding his cock. As much as Ali has been craving some BBC, he finds himself enjoying Melanin's ass far more. Yeah, Lashley let him play with his hole a little bit, seemingly embarrassed by his fondness for dick, but Melanin shows no hesitation, which only makes Ali want to explore him even more.
As Melanin begins to slow down, Ali recalls last week, and how amazing it was when Lashley dominated him standing up, pressed against the wall. So he uses the opening to stand up and push Melanin up against the wall, a little rougher than he intended, but the pornstar doesn't seem to mind. In fact, the way Melanin arches his back, he seems to welcome it. Ali guides his dick in between Melanin's cakes until its back inside with little resistance.
"Ohhhhh, yeah," Melanin whispers, "Fuck me Mustafa."
Ali holds on to Melanin's waist as he hammers into him at a fast pace. He wants the pornstar to feel what he felt when Lashley did this to him. He tries to think of what angle they were at, trying to adjust for his and Melanin's heights, but all this thinking is getting in the way of the fucking. So Ali says fuck it, and just goes by instinct, fucking Melanin as hard as he can.
"Uhhh uhhh," Melanin groans out in response, indictating Ali's instincts are right.
The pornstar's hands press firmly against the wall as he struggles to maintain his position with all of Ali's pounding. And as fast and wild as Ali gets, he never loses his rhythm, leaving Melanin in complete awe. He wonders where the wrestler found the stamina to do this after their match and receiving his own pounding.
"Mmm, mmmm, mmm..." Melanin moans into the wall.
Ali yanks on Melanin's dreads as he grinds into him, his thrusts slackening. He then pulls Melanin on the bench, making him lie on his back so he can look him in the face as he finishes him off. Melanin pulls his knees up to his shoulders, eager to assume the position as Ali takes his. The wrestler appreciates how Melanin seems to want to be fucked from every angle, every position, and he's happy to do so. It doesn't take him long to find the other man's sweet spot with a successful adjustment of his hips. The pornstar throws his head back, smacking it on the bench, as a loud, long moan leaves his lips, clearly overshadowing the pain in his head from the bench. Ali feels another shiver go down his back, the beautiful sound that signals the pleasure that he's delivering to Melanin. The pornstar doesn't even look slightly embarrassed that the feminine moan came from him. He just looks at Ali begging him to not stop.
Ali flips his hair back as he pounds away at Melanin, using his right hand to jerk the pornstar's hardened cock. He can tell he's nailing Melanin's prostate, seeing how the pornstar is gripping on to the edge of the bench. It's a satisfying feeling, the way Melanin gasps diverge and raise in pitch until his cum is spilling all over Ali's hand and his own stomach.
"Fuckkkk," Melanin tilts his head back, his eyes rolling back even farther.Ali lets go of Melanin's dick and grinds in Melanin ever so slowly. The pornstar curls his toes, squeezes his hands into fists, gasps for air, his body unable to take the flood of pleasure rushing through him. Wave after wave of warm pleasure flows through his body as his prostate is hit and the coils in his gut. Ali thrusts a couple more times earning a few appreciative high pitched whimper from Melanin, who puts his hands on the wrestler's biceps.
"Ohhhhhh... holy shit..."
Just hearing Melanin's second orgasm is enough to make Ali burst. He whips his dick out of the pornstar and strokes it as he showers Melanin's chocolate skin with thick spurts of his warm seed.
"Fuckkkk," Melanin tilts his head back, his eyes rolling back even farther.Ali lets go of Melanin's dick and grinds in Melanin ever so slowly. The pornstar curls his toes, squeezes his hands into fists, gasps for air, his body unable to take the flood of pleasure rushing through him. Wave after wave of warm pleasure flows through his body as his prostate is hit and the coils in his gut. Ali thrusts a couple more times earning a few appreciative high pitched whimper from Melanin, who puts his hands on the wrestler's biceps.
"Ohhhhhh... holy shit..."
Just hearing Melanin's second orgasm is enough to make Ali burst. He whips his dick out of the pornstar and strokes it as he showers Melanin's chocolate skin with thick spurts of his warm seed.
Ali collapses on Melanin and gives him a kiss with his chapped lips. Then each man looks into each other's eyes and can't help but laugh at the fact that neither of them thought they'd end up in this position tonight with each other, but more than glad that they did.
As fun as it would be to manhandle Ali, there's no way I could pass up Melanin's perfect ass.
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