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Copyright 2012 by Stroker Chase

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They wrestled in the sand, naked bodies fighting to get on top of each other as thousands of onlookers cheered them on. He pinned her thighs, leaning in to her. His tongue flashed over her lips and the clock started. Two minutes. The arena counted down with the massive count down display.

Kiol watched, stuffed into a tiny seat. He grunted at his feeble attempts to please the woman. She squirmed and whimpered, but she was not turned on in the least. His face emerged from between her thighs constantly, trying to get some air. Pathetic. Kiol could last and hour down there, if he needed to. He never went up for air.

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