Brooks can't blame Minoura for showing off, and he's actually happy he's doing so. He takes it all in, staring at Minoura's gorgeous hair, beautiful body, and bubbly ass, hoping that when the bell rings he can focus on the match and not ogling his opponent. Brooks knows it's not much of a strategy, but considering Minoura looks even better in person than he can have hoped, it's all he can come up with.
DING! DING! DING!
And with that sound the two square off, holding their hands up as they eye one another. Brooks inches closer, trying to keep his eyes on Minoura's and his hands and not the rest of his body. The two grip each other's hands and it becomes a battle of strength, who will overpower the other? Minoura eventually gets the advantage and quickly twists Brooks's arm, getting him in a wrist lock that brings him to his knees. Brooks rolls forward, breaking the hold just as quick, and runs into the ropes. He rebounds back, ducking Minoura's swinging fist and bounces off the opposite ropes. He comes back at the wrestler with a crossbody, landing on top of him. Minoura immediately pushes Brooks off of him before he can go for the pin, and scrambles back to his feet. Once he's up, Brooks lunges at him, but Minoura grabs his hand and whips him into the corner, hard. The wrestler then charges at the corner nailing the pornstar with a back elbow, following it up with a butterfly suplex. Brooks winces in pain, but not for long, as Minoura keeps the momentum going and picks him back up. He hits him with a few backhand chops across the chest and then shoves Brooks back into the ropes. The pornstar locks his elbows in on the rope, keeping him from going back to Minoura. The wrestler ducks his head forward anticipating Brooks's return and Brooks walks over to him, sticking Minoura's head between his legs. He pulls on his trunks giving him a wedgie as he lifts him up for a powerbomb. But Minoura is heavier than he anticipated, and he wobbles while holding him with Minoura's package right in his face. Brooks stabilizes himself and is able to slam Minoura down with the powerbomb, though the pornstar staggers back, weakened from holding him up. When Minoura rolls back up Brooks uses the ropes to spring himself at him and nails Minoura with an uppercut. The wrestler turns away, trapping himself in the corner. When he turns back to face the ring, Brooks runs at him, leaping with a splash, colliding with Minoura. Minoura staggers out of the corner and drops down flat on the ring. Brooks keeps up his assault, putting one hand on Minoura's back and the other on his ass. He gets momentarily distracted by Minoura's exposed cheek and squishes it, but snaps back at it and drops his knee down on him. And again. He then gets his hands around Minoura's chin and puts him in a rear chinlock. Minoura screams out as Brooks sits on top of him, wrenching. Minoura reaches out to the ropes, they seem farther than they are, but Brooks uses all his strength to keep Minoura in place. The wrestler shakes from side to side, trying to loosen up Brooks's hold. Only when the wrestler tries to adjust his grip is Minoura able to crawl forward and grab the rope. Brooks releases the hold and steps back, allowing Minoura to get stand up. When he turns around Brooks hits him with a couple punches then bends down and throws Minoura on his shoulders. Brooks spins to the center of the right nails Minoura with a Samoa drop. He turns around and climbs on top of the wrestler for the pin. One. Two. Thr-- Minoura punches his shoulder up to stop the count.
Minoura shakes his head, this match has unexpectedly not been going his way. He takes a breath and stands back up, dodging Brooks's lunge. He turns around and kicks the pornstar in the gut, slowing him down. He then grabs him by the back of the head and slams him face first in to the corner turnbuckle. And again. And again. He then wraps his arm around Brooks's head and runs to the center of the ring, hitting him with a bulldog. He slides on top of the pornstar, but Brooks has plenty of fight in him, stopping it at a one-count.
Minoura still feels the momentum in his favor and grabs Brooks again as soon as he's upright. He reaches one hand under the pornstar's leg to scoop him up, but Brooks holds on to Minoura, preventing him from lifting him. Brooks elbows Minoura in the back of the head and counters with a powerslam of his own. Minoura arches his back while moaning out in pain. Brooks is tempted to stare at Minoura's body bent so deliciously, but remembers to keep his head in the game. He grabs the wrestler and lifts him up, dropping him down with a backbreaker on his knee. He holds Minoura on his leg for a stretch, getting an up-close view of the athlete's body, glistening with sweat. Minoura shakes himself free and tries to roll away, but Brooks grabs him by the hair and tosses him into the corner. Minoura's back snaps against the turnbuckles and he slumps down in the corner with his legs spread open. Brooks takes a second to capture a mental snapshot of the position and then gives himself a wedgie before he steps forward and plants his cheeks on Minoura with a stinkface. He rubs his ass hard into the wrestler's face, squashing his head into the turnbuckle. Brooks then drags Minoura toward the center of the ring and folds him in half for the pin. One. Two. Thr-- Minoura kicks out at the last second.
Brooks wipes the sweat off his forehead as he steps away trying to figure out how to put Minoura away. He regrets not coming up with more of a strategy before the match, but he didn't expect to be dominating as much as he has been. He gets behind Minoura to put him in a headlock, but the wrestler elbows him to back away. Minoura then hits him with an enzuigiri, bringing Brooks to his knees. Minoura steps up to him and thrusts his crotch at the pornstar's face, knocking him down. But Brooks doesn't stay fallen for long as Minoura picks him up and whips him across the ring. When the pornstar comes back at him he nails him with a dropkick. Brooks flops down hard, but picks himself right back up and into Minoura's grasp who lifts him up in a bearhug. Brooks moans out pleasurably, but as soon as Minoura squeezes him harder it becomes a painful moan. This is not how he wants to be in Minoura's arms. He punches the wrestler in the face, but Minuora holds on, shaking him, trying to drain his energy. Brooks punches again, Minoura sets him down and whips him across the ring. When Brooks rebounds back he comes right into Minoura's arms who gets him with a spinning side slam. Brooks groans in agony as he crawls away from Minoura. The wrestler doesn't let him get too far, yanking his leg, dragging him to the center of the ring. Minoura then sits on him and gets him in a Boston crab. Brooks screams and flails, but refuses to tap out. Not because he has a whole lot of fight left in him, more so because he doesn't want his time with Minoura to end. As he tries to shake Minoura off he inches to the ropes, eventually reaching out and grabbing on to the lower rope, forcing Minoura to release him.
Once Brooks is on his feet the wrestler lunges at him. Brooks ducks down, pulling the ropes with him and Minoura falls out of the ring to the mats below. Brooks takes a breath and then sees the opening, running across the ring to build up his speed and then leaps over the ropes with a somersault plancha. He lands down hard on top of Minoura, probably hurting himself as much as his opponent, but he feels like control has swung back his way. He fights through the pain and gets back up, rolling Minoura back in the ring. He follows after him and pulls Minoura up, sticking the wrestler's head between his legs. He takes another breath, remembering when he last tried a powerbomb, and then goes to lift Minoura up again. But before he can Minoura blocks him and lifts him up with a waterwheel slam. Instead of going for the pin Minuora tosses his hair back and stands back up. He pulls Brooks up to his feet and finishes him off with his R-301, a spinning sitout suplex slam. He grabs Brooks's leg and folds it back as he sits on top of him for the pin. One. Two. Three. Minoura gets the win.
He can't resist from touching, gliding his finger down Minoura's spine to the curve of his ass, dipping between his cheeks. The wrestler doesn't make a sound so Brooks leans in and pushes his mouth to his ass. Minoura grunts in his sleep when Brooks blows hot over his hole. He continues on, his fingers holding the wrestler's cheeks apart as he swipes his tongue flat over the hole. That gives Minoura a full-body flinch, waking him up.
"Good morning" Brooks says.
"Don't stop," Minoura replies, still very drowsy.
Brooks nods and resumes flicking his tongue at Minoura's hole, feeling him fight the urge to squirm. He presses a kiss to the pucker, giving it another long lick.
"Ohhhh," Minoura moans out, sounding like he's completely awake now.
The pornstar continues to tease Minoura's hole deliciously until the wrestler asks, "Fuck me?" as if he is unsure of the translation.
Brooks climbs on top of him and whispers into his ear, "Gladly."
He lubes up and slides his dick between Minoura's cheeks, finding the wrestler to be perfectly tight, but not too tight. Unsure if Minoura likes it rough bottoming, he starts off slow, pulling his cock out slowly until the tip barely remains inside Minoura's sexy ass. Then he starts pushing it back in, encountering less resistance than the first time, gliding right in. “Oh god!”
Brooks smiles hearing the wrestler’s muffled moan as he bottoms out in that amazing ass. More needy moans escape from the wrestler as Brooks picks up the pace, building to a steady rhythm. Brooks can't tell if Minoura is a better top or bottom, but isn't surprised that the athlete is perfect in whatever position he's in.
If I were to pick between these two hunks, I couldn't pass up a golden opportunity to get with Minoura.
Minoura still feels the momentum in his favor and grabs Brooks again as soon as he's upright. He reaches one hand under the pornstar's leg to scoop him up, but Brooks holds on to Minoura, preventing him from lifting him. Brooks elbows Minoura in the back of the head and counters with a powerslam of his own. Minoura arches his back while moaning out in pain. Brooks is tempted to stare at Minoura's body bent so deliciously, but remembers to keep his head in the game. He grabs the wrestler and lifts him up, dropping him down with a backbreaker on his knee. He holds Minoura on his leg for a stretch, getting an up-close view of the athlete's body, glistening with sweat. Minoura shakes himself free and tries to roll away, but Brooks grabs him by the hair and tosses him into the corner. Minoura's back snaps against the turnbuckles and he slumps down in the corner with his legs spread open. Brooks takes a second to capture a mental snapshot of the position and then gives himself a wedgie before he steps forward and plants his cheeks on Minoura with a stinkface. He rubs his ass hard into the wrestler's face, squashing his head into the turnbuckle. Brooks then drags Minoura toward the center of the ring and folds him in half for the pin. One. Two. Thr-- Minoura kicks out at the last second.
Brooks wipes the sweat off his forehead as he steps away trying to figure out how to put Minoura away. He regrets not coming up with more of a strategy before the match, but he didn't expect to be dominating as much as he has been. He gets behind Minoura to put him in a headlock, but the wrestler elbows him to back away. Minoura then hits him with an enzuigiri, bringing Brooks to his knees. Minoura steps up to him and thrusts his crotch at the pornstar's face, knocking him down. But Brooks doesn't stay fallen for long as Minoura picks him up and whips him across the ring. When the pornstar comes back at him he nails him with a dropkick. Brooks flops down hard, but picks himself right back up and into Minoura's grasp who lifts him up in a bearhug. Brooks moans out pleasurably, but as soon as Minoura squeezes him harder it becomes a painful moan. This is not how he wants to be in Minoura's arms. He punches the wrestler in the face, but Minuora holds on, shaking him, trying to drain his energy. Brooks punches again, Minoura sets him down and whips him across the ring. When Brooks rebounds back he comes right into Minoura's arms who gets him with a spinning side slam. Brooks groans in agony as he crawls away from Minoura. The wrestler doesn't let him get too far, yanking his leg, dragging him to the center of the ring. Minoura then sits on him and gets him in a Boston crab. Brooks screams and flails, but refuses to tap out. Not because he has a whole lot of fight left in him, more so because he doesn't want his time with Minoura to end. As he tries to shake Minoura off he inches to the ropes, eventually reaching out and grabbing on to the lower rope, forcing Minoura to release him.
Once Brooks is on his feet the wrestler lunges at him. Brooks ducks down, pulling the ropes with him and Minoura falls out of the ring to the mats below. Brooks takes a breath and then sees the opening, running across the ring to build up his speed and then leaps over the ropes with a somersault plancha. He lands down hard on top of Minoura, probably hurting himself as much as his opponent, but he feels like control has swung back his way. He fights through the pain and gets back up, rolling Minoura back in the ring. He follows after him and pulls Minoura up, sticking the wrestler's head between his legs. He takes another breath, remembering when he last tried a powerbomb, and then goes to lift Minoura up again. But before he can Minoura blocks him and lifts him up with a waterwheel slam. Instead of going for the pin Minuora tosses his hair back and stands back up. He pulls Brooks up to his feet and finishes him off with his R-301, a spinning sitout suplex slam. He grabs Brooks's leg and folds it back as he sits on top of him for the pin. One. Two. Three. Minoura gets the win.
After the match, Brooks runs into Minoura in the locker room.
"Wow, good match, bro," Brooks says. "If you're anything like that outside the ring, feel free to stop by my room, ha ha."
Minoura nods and smiles politely, which makes Brooks wonder how much of that he actually understood.
It turns out Minoura understood him completely.
Brooks is startled by the knock on his hotel room door. He didn't order room service or anything. He trudges to the door, opening it with the expectation of having to tell some hotel employee they have the wrong room, but instead he freezes. It's Minoura in his gold robe and trunks and nothing else besides a grin on his face.
"You came..." Brooks manages to utter.
Minoura nods and invites himself in.
"Holy shit," Brooks says to himself, as he warms up to this reality.
He joins Minoura at the end of the bed, sliding the wrestler's coat off to reveal that incredible body of his. Brooks drags his hands across the athlete's body; massaging muscles, groping his pecs, pinching on his nipples. As much as he saw Minoura and touched him in the ring, he can't get enough. He slowly makes his way down, his fingers grazing across Minoura's trunks. Minoura takes a shaky breath, and then slides his trunks off, showing off what he's packing.
Gold class indeed, Brooks thinks as he stares at Minoura's beautiful, uncut cock. He grabs the wrestler's cock, giving it a squeeze before slowly traveling its impressive length. Minoura tugs at Brooks's underwear, getting them to drop to the pornstar's ankles. He then grips his and Brooks's cocks with his right hand, giving them a couple pumps as he leans forward and meeting Brooks's lips with his. The pornstar is surprised but returns the kiss with equal passion, sliding his tongue and swapping spit with the enthusiastic wrestler. He feels Minoura's left hand reach behind his head and releases Brooks's cock with his right as he shoves the pornstar face first into his.
Brooks drags his tongue up from the base to the tip, catching the drop of precum pooling at Minoura's slit on the way and making the wrestler's eyelids flutter before he forces them open again. Brooks grins at him, moving one hand to encircle the base and slowly jacking it to full hardness. He then curls the tip of his tongue under the foreskin and licking, stroking up to gather it all over the tip, sucking at it until Minoura grips his short hair tight, so deliciously painful. He then pulls the foreskin back and inhales the dick, choking a bit, but with his determination gets it all in. He stares up Minoura, eyes watering, before slowly sliding the dick back out. He slurps it right back in and bobs his head, Minoura's hand guiding him faster and faster. Brooks loves the weight and feel of it on his tongue, how it stretches his lips wide, which will leave them undoubtedly sore tomorrow (like the rest of his body), a nice reminder of the fun he's having now.
Abruptly, Minoura pulls Brooks up to his feet and spins him around, facing away from him. He slips his cock into the pornstar's hungry hole, Brooks moaning with satisfaction as it takes him no time to accommodate the length. Then Minoura's strong hands grip Brooks's wrists and pulls his arms backward, forcing him to arch his back toward the wrestler's oily chest. Now, Minoura has Brooks under his control, the pornstar's thighs splayed open with his knees pressing Brooks's legs further outward as he thrusts up into him, repeatedly. The massive cock pushes Brooks to his limit. The pornstar is still in disbelief, is this real? He didn’t think Minoura would actually show up, but he’s called his bluff, and now he has no choice but to endure and pray that his prostate survives, and also, that the neighbors don’t complain about his squealing. Minoura is relentless. Back. Forward. Faster and faster, the only sounds in the room being the rhythm of Minoura's balls slapping against Brooks's ass, and the pornstar's heady moans of passion and pleasure.
Minoura then shoves Brooks on to the bed, immediately hopping on after him. He lies next to Brooks, holding him on his side, being the bigger spoon. As he locks lips with Brooks again, his hand blindly guides his dick back into Brooks's hole and resumes fucking. He still goes at quite a steady pace, yet each thrust isn't a brutal stabbing. All Brooks can says is "Oh fuck" over and over again as he strokes his cock. Not only did Minoura show up to his room, but he proved Brooks's theory right -- as amazing as he is in the ring, Minoura is even better in bed.
Minoura reaches under Brooks's leg and grips his weeping cock, squeezing it firmly as he jerks it. And that’s what ultimately pushes Brooks over the edge, when he tilts his head back and meets the wrestler's gaze and sees pure lust. Brooks roars as he comes, the first shot arcing over his head on to the bed and the rest shooting all over his chest. He wraps his hand around Minoura's and continues stroking, fast and furiously, milking his cock of every last drop of sperm. And a few thrusts later, Minoura spills his load inside the pornstar, moaning as slams into Brooks one last time.
Utterly spent, Minoura rolls on to his back, gasping for air. Brooks rolls on top of him, melting as the wrestler wraps his arms around him in a big hug.
“You were...” Brooks is lost for words, but Minoura nods knowingly as he runs a hand up and down the pornstar's back in a soothing manner. Content, the two simply relax and bask in the afterglow until they fall asleep.
The next morning Brooks wakes up, but he's not on top of Minoura. For a moment his heart races, jolting him awake, thinking that the wrestler is gone. That last night was a dream. But he's almost immediately reassured when he finds Minoura still in bed, just next to him. He takes a breath to slow his heart rate, relieved that last night was indeed real. He stares at the wrestler, confirming he's real, admiring his naked body above the sheets on his stomach, his ass ripe for the taking."Wow, good match, bro," Brooks says. "If you're anything like that outside the ring, feel free to stop by my room, ha ha."
Minoura nods and smiles politely, which makes Brooks wonder how much of that he actually understood.
It turns out Minoura understood him completely.
Brooks is startled by the knock on his hotel room door. He didn't order room service or anything. He trudges to the door, opening it with the expectation of having to tell some hotel employee they have the wrong room, but instead he freezes. It's Minoura in his gold robe and trunks and nothing else besides a grin on his face.
"You came..." Brooks manages to utter.
Minoura nods and invites himself in.
"Holy shit," Brooks says to himself, as he warms up to this reality.
He joins Minoura at the end of the bed, sliding the wrestler's coat off to reveal that incredible body of his. Brooks drags his hands across the athlete's body; massaging muscles, groping his pecs, pinching on his nipples. As much as he saw Minoura and touched him in the ring, he can't get enough. He slowly makes his way down, his fingers grazing across Minoura's trunks. Minoura takes a shaky breath, and then slides his trunks off, showing off what he's packing.
Gold class indeed, Brooks thinks as he stares at Minoura's beautiful, uncut cock. He grabs the wrestler's cock, giving it a squeeze before slowly traveling its impressive length. Minoura tugs at Brooks's underwear, getting them to drop to the pornstar's ankles. He then grips his and Brooks's cocks with his right hand, giving them a couple pumps as he leans forward and meeting Brooks's lips with his. The pornstar is surprised but returns the kiss with equal passion, sliding his tongue and swapping spit with the enthusiastic wrestler. He feels Minoura's left hand reach behind his head and releases Brooks's cock with his right as he shoves the pornstar face first into his.
Brooks drags his tongue up from the base to the tip, catching the drop of precum pooling at Minoura's slit on the way and making the wrestler's eyelids flutter before he forces them open again. Brooks grins at him, moving one hand to encircle the base and slowly jacking it to full hardness. He then curls the tip of his tongue under the foreskin and licking, stroking up to gather it all over the tip, sucking at it until Minoura grips his short hair tight, so deliciously painful. He then pulls the foreskin back and inhales the dick, choking a bit, but with his determination gets it all in. He stares up Minoura, eyes watering, before slowly sliding the dick back out. He slurps it right back in and bobs his head, Minoura's hand guiding him faster and faster. Brooks loves the weight and feel of it on his tongue, how it stretches his lips wide, which will leave them undoubtedly sore tomorrow (like the rest of his body), a nice reminder of the fun he's having now.
Abruptly, Minoura pulls Brooks up to his feet and spins him around, facing away from him. He slips his cock into the pornstar's hungry hole, Brooks moaning with satisfaction as it takes him no time to accommodate the length. Then Minoura's strong hands grip Brooks's wrists and pulls his arms backward, forcing him to arch his back toward the wrestler's oily chest. Now, Minoura has Brooks under his control, the pornstar's thighs splayed open with his knees pressing Brooks's legs further outward as he thrusts up into him, repeatedly. The massive cock pushes Brooks to his limit. The pornstar is still in disbelief, is this real? He didn’t think Minoura would actually show up, but he’s called his bluff, and now he has no choice but to endure and pray that his prostate survives, and also, that the neighbors don’t complain about his squealing. Minoura is relentless. Back. Forward. Faster and faster, the only sounds in the room being the rhythm of Minoura's balls slapping against Brooks's ass, and the pornstar's heady moans of passion and pleasure.
Minoura then shoves Brooks on to the bed, immediately hopping on after him. He lies next to Brooks, holding him on his side, being the bigger spoon. As he locks lips with Brooks again, his hand blindly guides his dick back into Brooks's hole and resumes fucking. He still goes at quite a steady pace, yet each thrust isn't a brutal stabbing. All Brooks can says is "Oh fuck" over and over again as he strokes his cock. Not only did Minoura show up to his room, but he proved Brooks's theory right -- as amazing as he is in the ring, Minoura is even better in bed.
Minoura reaches under Brooks's leg and grips his weeping cock, squeezing it firmly as he jerks it. And that’s what ultimately pushes Brooks over the edge, when he tilts his head back and meets the wrestler's gaze and sees pure lust. Brooks roars as he comes, the first shot arcing over his head on to the bed and the rest shooting all over his chest. He wraps his hand around Minoura's and continues stroking, fast and furiously, milking his cock of every last drop of sperm. And a few thrusts later, Minoura spills his load inside the pornstar, moaning as slams into Brooks one last time.
Utterly spent, Minoura rolls on to his back, gasping for air. Brooks rolls on top of him, melting as the wrestler wraps his arms around him in a big hug.
“You were...” Brooks is lost for words, but Minoura nods knowingly as he runs a hand up and down the pornstar's back in a soothing manner. Content, the two simply relax and bask in the afterglow until they fall asleep.
He can't resist from touching, gliding his finger down Minoura's spine to the curve of his ass, dipping between his cheeks. The wrestler doesn't make a sound so Brooks leans in and pushes his mouth to his ass. Minoura grunts in his sleep when Brooks blows hot over his hole. He continues on, his fingers holding the wrestler's cheeks apart as he swipes his tongue flat over the hole. That gives Minoura a full-body flinch, waking him up.
"Good morning" Brooks says.
"Don't stop," Minoura replies, still very drowsy.
Brooks nods and resumes flicking his tongue at Minoura's hole, feeling him fight the urge to squirm. He presses a kiss to the pucker, giving it another long lick.
"Ohhhh," Minoura moans out, sounding like he's completely awake now.
The pornstar continues to tease Minoura's hole deliciously until the wrestler asks, "Fuck me?" as if he is unsure of the translation.
Brooks climbs on top of him and whispers into his ear, "Gladly."
He lubes up and slides his dick between Minoura's cheeks, finding the wrestler to be perfectly tight, but not too tight. Unsure if Minoura likes it rough bottoming, he starts off slow, pulling his cock out slowly until the tip barely remains inside Minoura's sexy ass. Then he starts pushing it back in, encountering less resistance than the first time, gliding right in. “Oh god!”
Brooks smiles hearing the wrestler’s muffled moan as he bottoms out in that amazing ass. More needy moans escape from the wrestler as Brooks picks up the pace, building to a steady rhythm. Brooks can't tell if Minoura is a better top or bottom, but isn't surprised that the athlete is perfect in whatever position he's in.
Regardless it makes him want to try even harder, to make sure he can please Minoura. To give him the perfection he deserves. So the pornstar then rolls him over on his back, and resumes right where he left off. Quick thrusts, burying his cock in to the hilt, with enough power behind them the make Minoura's leaking cock bounce and land against his stomach each time.
Brooks presses his fingers on Minoura's pecs before grabbing his nipples and tweaking them. “Oh shit!” Minoura gasps as his toes curl with delight.
Brooks leans in and sucks on his pecs as he grinds into him. The circular motion has him brush past Minoura's prostate over and over again, making the wrestler clench the bedsheets into his fists. Brooks then moves up and sucks on Minoura's bottom lip as he deepens his thrusts, every movement from his hips shoving the wrestler ungracefully into the headboard. He moans with every breath he could suck in. The pornstar leans back though still holding himself above the wrestler's face as he thrusts faster. He brings a hand up to grip the headboard and other hand finds its way to Minoura's throat, not choking him, just resting on his pulse. Every thrust was fucking electric as Brooks starts to get desperate.
"Fuck, I'm close," Brooks warns.
His grip at Minoura's throat tightening the closer he gets to his orgasm. Every moan Minoura lets escape lessens the air in his lungs substantially as Brooks fucks into him with a primal delight, the pornstar's own moans pouring from him right into his ear. Then he releases Minoura's throat and leans back, taking just a couple more wild thrusts until his mouth hangs open, "Oh fuuuuuuuuuck..."
Minoura feels Brooks's load fill him up, but doesn't understand how he is able to rub the cum that's on his stomach into his skin. It takes another second for him to realize he has also come in the middle of all that fucking, his load splattered across his body.
"That was fucking hot," Brooks says, no longer lost for words.
Minoura nods in agreement and Brooks collapses on top of him, sweaty, and now tired. They remain basking in the afterglow much like they did last night, only to drift asleep again.
Brooks presses his fingers on Minoura's pecs before grabbing his nipples and tweaking them. “Oh shit!” Minoura gasps as his toes curl with delight.
Brooks leans in and sucks on his pecs as he grinds into him. The circular motion has him brush past Minoura's prostate over and over again, making the wrestler clench the bedsheets into his fists. Brooks then moves up and sucks on Minoura's bottom lip as he deepens his thrusts, every movement from his hips shoving the wrestler ungracefully into the headboard. He moans with every breath he could suck in. The pornstar leans back though still holding himself above the wrestler's face as he thrusts faster. He brings a hand up to grip the headboard and other hand finds its way to Minoura's throat, not choking him, just resting on his pulse. Every thrust was fucking electric as Brooks starts to get desperate.
"Fuck, I'm close," Brooks warns.
His grip at Minoura's throat tightening the closer he gets to his orgasm. Every moan Minoura lets escape lessens the air in his lungs substantially as Brooks fucks into him with a primal delight, the pornstar's own moans pouring from him right into his ear. Then he releases Minoura's throat and leans back, taking just a couple more wild thrusts until his mouth hangs open, "Oh fuuuuuuuuuck..."
Minoura feels Brooks's load fill him up, but doesn't understand how he is able to rub the cum that's on his stomach into his skin. It takes another second for him to realize he has also come in the middle of all that fucking, his load splattered across his body.
"That was fucking hot," Brooks says, no longer lost for words.
Minoura nods in agreement and Brooks collapses on top of him, sweaty, and now tired. They remain basking in the afterglow much like they did last night, only to drift asleep again.
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