FITNESS DREAM (vol4)

I noticed the last drops of urine impacting my moist thighs, falling from my chin. He had withdrawn his enormous cock from my mouth, and that allowed me to take a few deep breaths and resume my normal breathing rhythm. From my submissive position, I looked up at the eyes of my colossal giant, stopping momentarily, or so I thought, to observe his glans still pointing at me. I couldn't contain myself, and I used my tongue to lick the last drop coming out of his cock.

He grabbed my neck with his enormous right hand and forced me to stand up with a single movement. I wasn't clear about what his next maneuver or order would be, but he didn't waste much time either, nor did he intend to explain it to me. He passed his right arm over my left shoulder, resting his hand on my back, and, bending slightly, placed his left arm between my legs, grasping my right buttock with his massive hand. With hardly any effort from his muscular arms, he had managed to press our naked bodies together. I felt like a genuine sex object in his hands... and although I hadn't been submissive and passive, I wouldn't have been able to decide much in that situation facing that colored Hulk. I was daydreaming... I couldn't imagine that this was happening to me at QSport Parc Valles.

As he left me suspended in the air, he ordered me...

D: "Lift your legs a bit or you'll get hurt, little whore".

I obeyed without understanding, and it was then that he turned me around completely, as if I were an inflatable doll, giving a 180-degree turn, almost hitting my legs against the wall. When he finally had me face down, with his left arm, he placed my thigh over his left shoulder so that I wouldn't slide to the floor, and he repositioned his muscular arm around my waist. Then, with his other hand, he placed my right thigh over his right shoulder. Without a word, the "Artist" put my cock into the large mouth of my determined champion... it was almost a joke, my cock seemed like a sad little stick bouncing on an experienced tongue. But the champion started sucking, seeming like a suction bomb... damn.

Holding my head with his right hand, he directed me towards his erect cock, I opened my mouth as wide as I could so that it could fit as much as possible... he started violating my mouth continuously. Yes, violating, because with those proportions, nothing was delicate... no matter how much I wanted to play with my tongue, my lips, or deliberately open my throat, everything was a challenge due to the exaggerated size of his penis and the rhythm imposed by the hand on my nape.

Between thrusts, he allowed me to vomit bile, which came out as it could through the corner of my lips, covering my nose and eyes, and spilling all over my face, up to my forehead, to finally fall to the floor.

My convulsions shook my entire body, but they seemed to affect him as much as my weight on his left arm... that is, nothing.

The damned "Artist" c...