His grip tightens and hasten his conquest on Warwick, intending to make him distended as he cored him out with that big black bullcock 𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗚 his insides out. Bulging his abs right on the navel with his flare every pulverizing thrusts.
"Grrh, good mutt."
Those hands squeezed HARD. -
His balls were taking that beating as he was held in that postion, barely able to feel his ass at all. The feeling of those massive wrecking balls of his slamming his own punny little sac as if the sheer dominance over him wasn't enough and every bit of the minotoaur had to put every part of his--