Drake walked down the stairs. The amazing sex had loosened him up a bit, and he walked
with a seductive stride, a cocky grin spreading across his face. Drake neglected to
put his clothes back on, so he was standing in his awesome nude glory.
"Well, you fucked her?" Marco asked. He didn't need to ask; the roars of Drake and cries of
Bianca as they came were loud enough that Marco could here them from the other
side of the house.
"Hell yeah," Drake snarled. "I screwed her so hard, no man will ever be able to please her
again. She's dreaming about me right now, dreaming of me ripping her pussy apart
with my huge, hard cock.
Marco was pleased. Bianca would be pleased for several days if the screams he heard
from upstairs were anything to go by. Drake's erect yard-long fuckmeat was so
massive, Bianca's need for sex would probably rest for a month at least! "I need you to do
something else for me, k'?"
The muscular stud flexed his biceps, both over 40 inches around. "I can do anything you
want, lil' man. My body is so powerful, my pinky is as strong as your chest." Drake
said, admiring his muscles even more as he flexed several different body parts, watching
them bulge to superhuman sizes. Drake's arrogance was starting to piss Marco off.
He had hardly made eye-contact since he fucked Bianca, only looking at his freaky body,
lusting in the ridiculous power his muscles had. The comment about him being a
"little man" pissed him off too. He was 5'6, short for an average person, but puny
compared to Drake. He was a powerhouse for his size, though, easily benching 500lbs
with his small, but strong body. But Drake really was more powerful, he could probably
curl twice that with his deadly arms and their magnificent peaks. But he was also turned
on by Drake, secretly gay and obsessed with muscle-bound men. Drake's masculine
smell, perfect face, and sexy body gave Marcos the biggest hard-on he ever had. Marcos
chuckled to himself, thinking of the things he could do with Drake under his command.
"Drake, I order you to..."