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Around the corner came Rhea Ripley, her tall frame towering over the products on the shelves. She raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Well, well, well," she said, her Australian accent thick. "You two are going to put on a show for me and the guys, aren't you?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.
"You bet your ass we are," Liv said, her voice dripping with confidence.
And then, as if on cue, a voice rang out. "Liv! Liv Morgan!" It was Dave Meltzer, the slightly autistic wrestling journalist, his head glistening with sweat. He looked around, his eyes landing on her with the intensity of a laser beam. "I heard a rumor," he began, his voice trembling with excitement. "A rumor, um uh, that you want to taste my legendary cock!"
The aisle went quiet, the only sound the buzz of the overhead lights. Liv's hand froze on Dominik's zipper, and they both stared at him in disbelief. Behind them, Damian Priest had appeared, his eyes glued to Meltzer with a hunger that was unmistakable. "Is it true?" he asked, his voice low and gruff. "Because if it is, I'd like a taste too."
This was no ordinary night at Walmart, and they were about to find out just how wild things could get.
Liv blinked, her mind racing. "Dave, what the hell are you talking about?" she managed to say, her voice a mix of laughter and horror.
Meltzer, unfazed, took a step closer. "Everyone in the locker room knows about my big schlong," he said, a proud smirk on his face.
The air was electric as Meltzer fumbled with his pants, pulling out his cock with the flair of a magician revealing his pièce de résistance. It was indeed impressive, and even Liv couldn't help but stare.
Damian's eyes glazed over with a hunger that seemed almost feral. He licked his lips, his gaze never leaving Meltzer's unit. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I'd like to see that up close."
