Wrestling Drip Novels & Stories

I pointed out all the rational sequence of events. “That’s it !” Dre shrieked. “I am peeing on you, bitch,” he cried out and soon after an enormous bum was wiggling in my lap and a feeling of warm wetness spread soon after. Did he- did he really do that ? And then the stench of the guttural fluid hit me. He. Fucking. Did. It. On. Me. What a fucking motherfucker ! “DRE !” everyone screamed horrified but the bastard showed a toothy grin and had the audacity to innocently say, “T’was not me. It was this bitch,” and then he heaved a sigh of relief before slumping against me.

Dripping with cum. Ruined.

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Drake tries to pull it out but it's too much into the ground. Then Andrew jumps up and the two men engage in a wrestling match. I cry again to them to stop but my voice is gone and all I can do is to cry. The two men who I care for are now engaged in a death match. Drake is so strong for Andrew and he throws him to the floor several times. Then at one juncture Drake manages to draw his sword from the ground, and he raises it to strike. At this juncture I scream loudly, a scream that wakes me up.