The Bigger They Are, The Harder They Fuck
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Adult ++
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The Bigger They Are, The Harder They Fuck
TITLE: The Bigger They Are, The Harder They Fuck
AUTHOR: C. Clarke
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: The Great Khali/Daivari
DISCLAIMER: I own neither Khali nor Daivari, so I'm not making a profit.
NOTE: Please bear in mind that everything Daivari says is in Farsi, but to us it's in English so that it's easier to read.
The Great Khali was only a few days away from signing with RAW, and his contract with ECW was about to expire. He was in a feud with Tommy Dreamer, and would be having a match with him real soon, which would be his last. Just then, he heard someone opening and closing the door to his locker room. It was his manager, Daivari.
"Khali," he said, "your contract with ECW is about to expire, and your last match is coming up."
"I am knowing that," was the Indian giant's reply. "I would be signing with RAW in a few day time."
"Do you mind if I come with you?"
"Well, I am supposing. Before my last match, you fuck me, no?"
"Very well, Khali." With that, Daivari pulled down his wrestling pants, followed by Khali doing the same, leaving them naked for the entire world to see. Khali had a gargantuan penis, and a pair of testicles that were the same size. Daivari was so amazed by the size of Khali's genitalia that his cock hardened.
Suddenly Khali picked up his manager and leaned in as close as possible to thrust his tongue into the shorter man's mouth. Soon after this, they were playing tonsil hockey with each other. The Indian giant continued to kiss his manager, whom he was carrying in one arm, passionately on the lips, beating him off as he did so. Daivari moaned into Khali's mouth as the taller man's hand moved along his one-eyed snake.
The two men then broke the kiss. Wasting no time, the Indian giant put down his manager, who bent down to suck his boner. Khali gasped and moaned with pleasure as his manager sucked him off. Daivari sucked even harder, and Khali moaned like crazy as the pleasure shot through his body. Moments later, Khali came, squirting a monsoon of man chowder onto his manager's face. Soon after this, Daivari swallowed every ounce of the Indian giant's hot cum.
Now it was Khali's turn. He turned his manager around and had him on all fours, his hands on the bed and his feet on the floor. He then proceeded to stick his wang deep inside Daivari's asshole. Daivari moaned and winced in a combination of both pleasure and pain as Khali fucked him in the ass. Khali thrust harder and harder as he continued to pound his manager's ass. Daivari cried out with ecstasy as Khali rammed his bunghole. The Indian giant moaned as his manager's anus tightened around his mammoth schlong.
Soon after this, Daivari flopped like a fish onto the bed. Khali took his penis out of his manager's ass and collapsed next to him, both wrestlers exhausted and out of breath.
"That felt good," Daivari said.
"Shukriya," was Khali's reply. He embraced his manager and the two men drifted off to sleep.
AUTHOR: C. Clarke
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: The Great Khali/Daivari
DISCLAIMER: I own neither Khali nor Daivari, so I'm not making a profit.
NOTE: Please bear in mind that everything Daivari says is in Farsi, but to us it's in English so that it's easier to read.
The Great Khali was only a few days away from signing with RAW, and his contract with ECW was about to expire. He was in a feud with Tommy Dreamer, and would be having a match with him real soon, which would be his last. Just then, he heard someone opening and closing the door to his locker room. It was his manager, Daivari.
"Khali," he said, "your contract with ECW is about to expire, and your last match is coming up."
"I am knowing that," was the Indian giant's reply. "I would be signing with RAW in a few day time."
"Do you mind if I come with you?"
"Well, I am supposing. Before my last match, you fuck me, no?"
"Very well, Khali." With that, Daivari pulled down his wrestling pants, followed by Khali doing the same, leaving them naked for the entire world to see. Khali had a gargantuan penis, and a pair of testicles that were the same size. Daivari was so amazed by the size of Khali's genitalia that his cock hardened.
Suddenly Khali picked up his manager and leaned in as close as possible to thrust his tongue into the shorter man's mouth. Soon after this, they were playing tonsil hockey with each other. The Indian giant continued to kiss his manager, whom he was carrying in one arm, passionately on the lips, beating him off as he did so. Daivari moaned into Khali's mouth as the taller man's hand moved along his one-eyed snake.
The two men then broke the kiss. Wasting no time, the Indian giant put down his manager, who bent down to suck his boner. Khali gasped and moaned with pleasure as his manager sucked him off. Daivari sucked even harder, and Khali moaned like crazy as the pleasure shot through his body. Moments later, Khali came, squirting a monsoon of man chowder onto his manager's face. Soon after this, Daivari swallowed every ounce of the Indian giant's hot cum.
Now it was Khali's turn. He turned his manager around and had him on all fours, his hands on the bed and his feet on the floor. He then proceeded to stick his wang deep inside Daivari's asshole. Daivari moaned and winced in a combination of both pleasure and pain as Khali fucked him in the ass. Khali thrust harder and harder as he continued to pound his manager's ass. Daivari cried out with ecstasy as Khali rammed his bunghole. The Indian giant moaned as his manager's anus tightened around his mammoth schlong.
Soon after this, Daivari flopped like a fish onto the bed. Khali took his penis out of his manager's ass and collapsed next to him, both wrestlers exhausted and out of breath.
"That felt good," Daivari said.
"Shukriya," was Khali's reply. He embraced his manager and the two men drifted off to sleep.