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I don’t get excited by clothes, gossip, or the latest restaurant. I’m a fighter. I’m alive in the ring, covered in sweat, pitting my body against another man, the winner takes all. Or at least that’s my fantasy. If I could fight the way I wanted, the winner would hold the loser, shove his hard cock up the loser’s ass all the way to his balls, and ride him, moaning and writhing, until I got up from him, leaving him lying on the mat with my sperm dripping from his gaping hole. Of course, it doesn’t work like that.
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