The use of the word “fight” is somewhat of a misnomer, as they mainly cater to what their fans like to see: one-sided brutal beatdowns. There are ...wo stables of participants which clearly differentiate their roles - “fighters” and “jobbers”. Patrons can still bet on the matches, but never on the outcome. Instead, they make bets on how long the jobbers can last, how many blows the various parts of their bodies receive, or what injuries they might sustain during the matches.Obviously, severe. It wasn’t the tightest pussy – actually it wasn’t tight at all – but it was sensitive and squeezing her tits was really turning me on. Once she started orgasming I blasted a large load of man cream into her, resulting in a banshee scream from her and making me glad that the only other possible motel patrons at the time would be fucking too and pay her no mind. When we lay cuddling after a more-than-decent fuck I couldn’t help inquiring. “Wow, you really seemed ready. Don’t you get enough at. As I said, she didn’t have much of a figure but in the past 2 years, I started noticing that her hips got big. She was slim and beautiful and now she got a protruding and inviting ass that could give anyone instant arousal. It was like that of a Bollywood actress. And god, it looks good in her saree.Coming to the incident, I had come home during the pandemic. The classes started online and my nephew’s admission was pending. My brother didn’t give much attention toward family matters so my. Rico, you have no idea how painful that was. It completely melted my armor – melted it. I think the only reason I got out of there alive was because the suit dispersed the kinetic energy equally across my body – but it couldn't handle it all. Rico, parts of me were burned. Bad burns. Third degree burns." Cal shook his head. "I don't ever want to even try that again."Rico looked disappointed. "So I guess you can't make one for someone else then?" He asked half-heartedly.Cal's eyes narrowed. Rico.