Ben's half muzzle split into a smile as he saw the garbage hauling monster, the driver not seeing the rhino shaped man-mountain and going off to pick something up. Ben didn't care, his tusk begining to throb hard as he got closer and close to it. <br>
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Ben wasn't normally the sort to get all sweaty over automotive stuff, but the huge dirty grill of the truck was sending him around the bend. The mere thought of the heavy duty transmission and engine block on the other side caused him to elict a rumbling laugh. A common wow-factor for guns was the ability to punch right through an engine block, and Ben was curious if his mighty tusk would also meet the challenge.<br>
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Ben stretched his arms out and grabbed the hood, the headlights shattering and his meat hands closed, but the body work holding. With a roar he thrust his hips forward, the Rhino like horn passing effortlessly through the grill, having some difficulty with raidator, and just embedding into the block. Ben let out a cry of sexual joy as the sensations rammed backwards from the impact up his tusk-cock.<br>
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Ben took a breath and re-doubled his efforts, finding relief as he proceeded to jack hammer into front of the truck, sending the large vehicle rocking. After a minute, Ben had reduced the gril and radiator to metal Swiss Cheese, and scored major hits on the engine block and head. His hammering slowed as Ben put more strength into each thrust, his tusk making more headway against his inanimate sexual partner.<br>
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With a snort, Ben made a mighty thrust, his hand warping the body work further as his tusk punctured the oil sump. Laughing as he withdrew to a torrent of black sludge, Ben relished this moment for only a few seconds...
"Hey! What the fuck are you doing to my truck!!?"
The driver had returned...