Rex stared at her with meaningful malice. Truckers and hunters, as long as they’re just about as well-endowed as me, that I’ll allow. It was Sasha, Rex’s girl. “AAAYYYYYYYY!!!! His hand slapped her cheek so hard I thought her neck would snap. Ready to stuff me full?”
The answer was a resounding ‘Fuck yes’ but before my smaller head to could get any more excited, Rex’s burly form burst between us. That hurt. Damn. She began a rhythm, fucking herself, lunging backward again and again. Then it happened: Dmitri revved the bike. Rex, baby, I was just having a litl—uuuhh!!”
I watched with disappointment but more than a trace of curiosity as the biker gang leader of the Frost Demons dragged his young wife toward the de facto ‘stage’ set up near my trophy wall. Then it happened: Dmitri revved the bike. Each resultant zap of voltage made the couple scream and shake to my barroom audience’s delight. That means if I say fuck a cock above a pair of electrocuted balls, you’ll do exactly that. Her breasts shook with each resulting shock. Sasha stared straight ahead, plunging backward like a machine as we enjoyed the sight of her writhing, naked body dangling on the end of an electrocuted cock.
