Post by Travis Pierce on Apr 29, 2017 12:44:01 GMT -5
This is a recurring dream.
The moonlight creeping through the windows illuminates the caramel that has enveloped him.
Pierce: I guess I owe you an apology, considering everything. You know I thought this whole movie thing was ridiculous. You’d have had an easier time if you just opened with “Gabby” and then explained that it was co-starring in a film and all. I wouldn’t have thrown you out the first time. But this has been perfect. I’ve desired her as my “co-star” for years, and now it’s finally happened. Everything just as it should be.
He clutches the ample 34DD breasts, caressing them as he feels the nipples harden as he pinches them. He hungrily makes his way down her caramel coated curves and devours her sex, and a loud and appreciative moan escapes her lips as he voraciously licks her.
Pierce: There was a time when all I wanted was celebrity. That turned out to be worthless. Then I wanted championships. Accolades. It made me relentless in my pursuit, that’s why I had to destroy the likes of Dave Rydell and Travis Roberts. It’s why I was so eager to claim victory when Roberts and Vidas refused to even show their faces. It was that craving for success, that need. Then Gabby came back, the eternal top prize. For the briefest of moments, I didn’t need the accolades anymore. I could have my Gabby, finally, after all these years. But then I realized, why not both?
It continues until she simply can’t take it anymore, shoving him off and onto his back, and she quickly mounts him, taking his rock hard member deep within her. Every bit of the ampleness of her 34DDs jiggles with ecstasy as she rides him, her back arching ever so slightly.
Pierce: I’m going to be the World Heavyweight Champion again. I’m more sure of that than ever before. But I’ve also held championships with a number of partners over the years, and now I get a chance to do it with the greatest possible partner. A Stairway to Heaven Match for the Cooperative Championship, I can’t think of anything more fitting, more appropriate. That’s what it’s going to be, this partnership, this relationship with my Gabby. Heavenly bliss. A final stamp of validation that has been a long time in coming. There are people that say that Sex and Violence are the greatest cooperative team in history. Of course, the real greatest team to this point was the Piercing Weapons, and now I’ve upgraded my partner significantly. You’re going to find that Gabby and I do sex and violence better than anybody. Gabby has had violent wars in the past with the likes of Travis Roberts, Donovan Hastings, and Tyvola, some of the most violent and bloodiest in history. You’ve seen this year the sheer violence that Travis Pierce is capable of. As for the sex? Well, you’ll see soon enough. The point is, we are simply better than Vain and Killian, in every way imaginable, down to the last succulent drop.
He feels every bit of the longing that has torn at him for years, every wanting gaze, every fleeting failure, and it all washes away as he grabs her hips as she bucks on him.
Pierce: So I guess there is just one thing left to say.
He extends his hand.
Pierce: Welcome back. Time to seal the deal.
It is with thankful joy that Rob Cartwright welcomes the hand and shakes it.
He’s had this fantasy countless times, always ending with an amazing climax. Yet as it is the The Caramel Coated Goddess that loudly climaxes, Travis simply grins, because the piercing truth is that this time was finally not a fantasy.
The moonlight creeping through the windows illuminates the caramel that has enveloped him.
Pierce: I guess I owe you an apology, considering everything. You know I thought this whole movie thing was ridiculous. You’d have had an easier time if you just opened with “Gabby” and then explained that it was co-starring in a film and all. I wouldn’t have thrown you out the first time. But this has been perfect. I’ve desired her as my “co-star” for years, and now it’s finally happened. Everything just as it should be.
He clutches the ample 34DD breasts, caressing them as he feels the nipples harden as he pinches them. He hungrily makes his way down her caramel coated curves and devours her sex, and a loud and appreciative moan escapes her lips as he voraciously licks her.
Pierce: There was a time when all I wanted was celebrity. That turned out to be worthless. Then I wanted championships. Accolades. It made me relentless in my pursuit, that’s why I had to destroy the likes of Dave Rydell and Travis Roberts. It’s why I was so eager to claim victory when Roberts and Vidas refused to even show their faces. It was that craving for success, that need. Then Gabby came back, the eternal top prize. For the briefest of moments, I didn’t need the accolades anymore. I could have my Gabby, finally, after all these years. But then I realized, why not both?
It continues until she simply can’t take it anymore, shoving him off and onto his back, and she quickly mounts him, taking his rock hard member deep within her. Every bit of the ampleness of her 34DDs jiggles with ecstasy as she rides him, her back arching ever so slightly.
Pierce: I’m going to be the World Heavyweight Champion again. I’m more sure of that than ever before. But I’ve also held championships with a number of partners over the years, and now I get a chance to do it with the greatest possible partner. A Stairway to Heaven Match for the Cooperative Championship, I can’t think of anything more fitting, more appropriate. That’s what it’s going to be, this partnership, this relationship with my Gabby. Heavenly bliss. A final stamp of validation that has been a long time in coming. There are people that say that Sex and Violence are the greatest cooperative team in history. Of course, the real greatest team to this point was the Piercing Weapons, and now I’ve upgraded my partner significantly. You’re going to find that Gabby and I do sex and violence better than anybody. Gabby has had violent wars in the past with the likes of Travis Roberts, Donovan Hastings, and Tyvola, some of the most violent and bloodiest in history. You’ve seen this year the sheer violence that Travis Pierce is capable of. As for the sex? Well, you’ll see soon enough. The point is, we are simply better than Vain and Killian, in every way imaginable, down to the last succulent drop.
He feels every bit of the longing that has torn at him for years, every wanting gaze, every fleeting failure, and it all washes away as he grabs her hips as she bucks on him.
Pierce: So I guess there is just one thing left to say.
He extends his hand.
Pierce: Welcome back. Time to seal the deal.
It is with thankful joy that Rob Cartwright welcomes the hand and shakes it.
He’s had this fantasy countless times, always ending with an amazing climax. Yet as it is the The Caramel Coated Goddess that loudly climaxes, Travis simply grins, because the piercing truth is that this time was finally not a fantasy.