Blacking The Boy Cheerleader 2: Too Much To Handle

By Jack Spade

Though Aaron proved far more successful than he imagined in his plan to bed all six feet and eight inches--twenty if you count his...others--of pure muscle that was star shooting guard Marcus Holmes, he now finds himself and his remarkably limber legs in over his head. Marcus is none too pleased to find himself at the center of Aaron's devious plot, and his wrath is a force to be reckoned with. Marcus had to differ upon the prevailing wisdom of revenge. It's best served hot, hard, and balls deep in a bitch’s stomach, and soon Aaron will learn the meaning of the phrase, "Be careful what you wish for."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jack Spade
• Release date: May 6, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215289914

Jack Spade

The New Order AnthemAvatar of lust and greed.Pale rider of dooming black.Herald of the kingdom comebestride thy steed with roiling backof serpent trod,of rival heeled,of servant bound in carnal needof master's rodof righteous steel.Unworthy of thy sowing seed,Sow of seed in thyself sown,Glutted on the gutting rackIn bestial semblance, feral groan,Pledge fealty to the ruling Black.

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Blacking the Boy Cheerleader 2

Too Much To Handle

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Jack Spade

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Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! went Aaron’s cacophonous cunt as Marcus’ dick popped in and out of the crater of his creamy pink ring. Marcus had Aaron folded upon himself with his ankles behind his head in the back seat of Aaron’s sedan.

Hnng Hnng! Hnng! Aaron groaned with each reentry into his guts from on high that turned his foggy-windowed Subaru into a veritable trampoline. It was the only sound he found himself able to produce in his current position and with all his focus on the monstrous black cock nailing his innards. Marcus’ body crashed into him with peals of flesh upon flesh and a force that Aaron feared would snap his spine. Even if he left this encounter with his pelvis unshattered he wouldn’t be able to walk properly for days.

Marcus sneered down into Aaron’s face, relishing the slack-jawed grimace that twisted his lips and the glazed, scrambled look in his hazel eyes. Marcus had to differ upon the prevailing wisdom of revenge. It was best served hot, hard, and balls deep in a bitch’s stomach. Look at me, he said when Aaron’s eyes drifted closed, gripping him hard by the face and forcing his gaze to his own. It was insult to the injuries Marcus’ gargantuan dick were inflicting on his insides. He spat into Aaron’s open mouth and as the little bitch groaned his asshole clenched around Marcus’ cock. He spat again on Aaron’s forehead and watched it slide down his nose and into his eyes. Nasty fucking faggot! Marcus snarled. Take this motherfucking nut, bitch!

Yes! Sir! Aaron grunted with each bounce of his body as Marcus impaled him. Aaron bore every inch with as much grace as he could muster, folded as he was like a pretzel while Marcus made mincemeat of his entrails.

Marcus moaned and his eyelids fluttered as he loosed deep in Aaron’s gut. Aaron felt its heat pouring into him and radiating into his chest, there was so much of it. He moved to stroke himself, but Marcus slapped his hand away then slapped his face.

"What you need that hand