Put in his place
Wolfgang struts over with that smug jock grin, actually thinking his varsity jacket and roid-riddled muscles mean he deserves a taste of the head cheerleader. He leans in for a kiss, puckering up like the entitled douchebag he is, but I grab his jaw and slam him to his knees instead. Surprise, bitch! The only thing you’re locking lips with today is my thick, nine-inch strap-on. I ram his mouth open wide while I laugh at his shocked, watering eyes, slamming that rubber cock down his throat until he’s gagging, his pathetic jock pride completely shattered in front of the whole squad.
He thought he was getting a kiss from the popular girl? Wrong. He’s getting his face pounded raw untild he’s begging me to stop, but we both know this is exactly where misogynist jocks belong: on their knees for the Queen they tried to objectify. I grab his hair and skull-fuck him harder, reminding him that his wallet is the only attractive thing about him and that every brutal thrust is another hundred dollars drained straight from his account. I use his throat like a fleshlight, leaving him a drooling, ruined mess on the locker room floor with his varsity jacket soaked in spit and shame.
Featuring Wolfgang White