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8/19/2022 6:28 pm

Ginger is not short for gingerly.

My turn to compete in the ruboff competition had arrived and I was up against Ginger.
She was a tough looking no nonsense T and I was seriously outweighed.
I was looking at the items I'd found under that rock in the desert with my two friends I'd first met out there and I was wondering which item I'd put on.
They were a collection of personal jewelry of the kind Steampunks wear.
One a stylish wristwatch had small red pressure bulb, the kind you'd see on old steam equipment. Ginger looked at it giving me a wisecrack that it will tell me when I'm about to blow.
She laughed to her own joke despite the non-amused stares we gave her.
I decided to put the ankle strap bracelet on that had three buckles.
It gave me a feeling of strength and I was going to need it for my rally.
Cybil an energetic well tatood T would be our referee and when my opponent and I matched up towards eachother the restraining device was put on us.
There was two shackles welded together that our balls were put into and secured by putting the bolt through to tighten.
There was no escape and my tiny sack of balls were no comparison to her monsters.
Also her cock was broad and although a little shorter than my own it made up for in breadth.
The bell sounded and I was soon given a sample of her tactics. She began with short strokes giving me a drubbing. The two rollers that pinned our cocks together stimulated the head occasionally when the other gave a thrust.
It was looking to my advantage as my cock head was further away from hers so she was at a disadvantage in that her head was constantly<b> engaged </font></b>with my shaft.
It was just a waiting game but then seeing her problem she tumbled us onto the floor ,me landing on my back. then she began thrusting herself onto me in earnest and my little ball sack took punishment from the stretching.
Her outspread legs captured mine and her fierce face showed no mercy.
But I got first one leg free and then the other and thanks to my athletic ability I got my ankles together under her neck and forced her onto her side.
Then I managed to get on top and got the advantage I needed pulsing against her keeping my sensitive head clear.
I was able to rock her so the roller caught her head and with a super human effort got control of her.
Then I saw cracks in her determined facial expression that gave away her spiraling arousal.
I pushed home my advantage thrusting away despite my aching balls telling me to stop.
Then she flailed around in desperation as she felt her first hints of orgasm build.
I knew then that I had her and used my weight to pin her cock onto the roller that kissed her head with each stroke.
Then through gritted teeth she let out her last futile struggle as her load released.
She lay there like a defeated lump breathing raspily trying to catch her breath.
We were unbolted and I responded to the cheering crowd the way victors do.