“Man, what a party pooper”, “Asshole, this is Tara’s birthday”, "Someone came to Tara's birthday in a birthday suit!" you hear the crowd’s whispers as you struggle in Kyle’s grip. Looking at his face, you see him troubled.
“Who the fuck said that?” As he switches his focus to the crowd, you swiftly kick your leg at his abdomen, falling on the ground and gasping for air.
“Oh, now you’ve done it” His herculean imposing figure now stands before you. Hard rock muscles, smooth tanned skin, his menacing blue eyes staring down at you, and especially, his flaccid horse cock swaying and slapping against his thigh. It was hard not to stare as it swayed like a pendulum.
With the barrel pointing at you, you quickly get up on your feet and start running. Like a hunter, Kyle smirks as he traces your running path with the water gun, finding the right angle and time to shoot.
“Guess you're the running joke now!” grinning as he pulls the trigger. The high-pressured water coming out of the rifle straight at you. You search for a cover or a shield but to no avail. You were surrounded by a crowd and a clear path between you and Kyle.
Desperate, you snatch someone’s arm and use their body as a shield. You hear a shriek as your shield gets drenched in water, wet from head to toe.
“Lol, you missed!” You pop up behind your shield to taunt Kyle, but to your dismay, you see the whole crowd gasping in shock, even Kyle as he drops the water gun to the ground and covers his mouth in disbelief.
This is bad. Whoever shielded you is certainly someone. You look down to see the person shorter than you. Recognising the figure, it didn’t take long for you to realise that it was none other than…
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