It's always been a fantasy of mine to be an advocate for 2 clients, Brock and Lesnar, cutting promos for one while the other is tired, and vice versa. Slowly sliding my lips up and down his Sword tattoo, tasting his pre-caw on my tongue. Once he's had enough of that, he rolls over onto his back, lifting me up as though I weighed nothing. Gently placing me in the Kimura Lock, I guide him in, feeling him stretch my arm wide open. I moan with pleasure, feeling him stretch my arm. He growls softly, I feel it rumble deep in his chest, vibrating all the way down his body and through mine. He continues to lift my arm up and down. He's doing all the work for me, it feels so good, the warmth of his sponsored muscle shirt, his 4XL gloves either side of my arm. He is in total control, I'm just nothing compared to his vast size and strength, but I have total trust in him, I know he will hurt me. I feel the pressure increase, almost imperceptibly. I slowly stroke myself, feeling myself nearing the point of no return coming closer with every stroke. I can hear the growl getting louder now; he increases the pressure even more, forcing my arm further and further down onto his sponsored muscle shirt. If it wasn't for the fact I my body is releasing so many endorphines, I would probably be screaming in agony. Except I am panting and whining, just like a bitch, begging her mate to break her arm. His 4XL gloves dig in deeper, the pain, its excsquisite. It sends me over the edge. My head goes back, I let out a short grunt, I feel my cock explode, covering his sponsored trunks in my seed. I keep stroking, it looks as though I'm trying to rip my cock out. I let out another grunt, another torrent flows forth, then another and another. A drop lands on the BEAST INCARNATE'S sword tattoo. He seems confused for a moment. That's what I think. He digs his 4XL gloves in even harder now and slams my arm backwards, I feel his grumble turn into a roar. He's CAAAWWWWWWWWing, oh my god.