Oj Simpson fucks that dead emo guy

“Have you ever tried this before, Chester?” “No. Please be... careful, Juice.” “Don't worry, I'll be gentle. I know just how to handle my juice..." OJ Simpson grinned. "Just tell me if it hurts and I will stop, okay?” Chester nodded. OJ coated his hand with the sticky substance and without any warning he pushed one finger inside Chester. “Mmmm...” Chester hummed. It was a strange feeling but still not a little close to pain. When OJ saw that it is no problem for Chester, he added another finger. Now, that was something else. Chester whimpered, those fingers were stretching him a lot wider, like I Tropicana Bottle. OJ tried to move them inside and out, up and down, drawing small moans of pleasure out of the other man. It went straight to his cock. Suddenly the tip of his middle finger poked Chester's prostate. “Oh, fuck yeah! Do it again!” And OJ did. “Uh, just like that…” Chester thought he might come right then and there. His whole body was filled with need, his blood boiling in impatience. OJ added one last finger and pushed all the way inside. OJ loved the feeling himself, like slowly sliding a sharpened knife into a body. Over and over again. “Please, OJ...” “What? Is everything fine? Am I hurting you? Are you thinking of killing yourself again?” The hand stopped moving. He sounded worried. “No, no, no. I just... I need you. I need you inside me. Right now.” He panted and tried to look at OJ over his shoulder. His precum dripping on the sheets underneath him. The bearded man didn't need to hear more. Chester is prepared. He took his fingers out and poured a big amount of lube all over his erection. He bent over his lover and directed the slick tip of his cock to Chester's entrance. “Are you ready?” “Yes. I want it so bad. I want you.” And after those words OJ pushed inside. They both moaned in unison. The heat and tightness of Chester's body was overwhelming. The length and width of OJ's manhood was indescribable. He pushed all the way inside and waited for Chester to adjust to this new feeling. He didn't want to hurt him. He started planting small kisses on his tattooed shoulders and shoulder blades and alongside his spine. After a while, he could feel the muscles relax under his touch. So he started moving, slowly at first. The sounds that came out of Chester's mouth were like music to his ears. “Mmmm, yeah! Fuck me faster. I've become so numb!” And so OJ's thrusts accelerated. “Oh, fuck! You're so hot. So tight around me... I do fit, and I won't acquit.” he moaned and sped up even more. His thrusts were fast and hard and his dick was hitting all the right places inside Chester's body. Chester's jaw dropped in a failed scream. OJ was pounding into him like a wild animal, growling and mumbling sweet nothings. If felt like he was being murdered by OJ, and he loved it. He'd let him get away with anything right here and now. “Oh my god, you're so fucking beautiful, falling apart beneath me.” The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room. Chester started to feel the familiar heat gathering in his belly. “I-I think I'm getting close!” “Oh yeah, come for me, baby.” He reached down and caught Chester's swinging dick into his leather-gloved palm. He gave it a few firm strokes and then Chester's body tensed. “Ah-ah, fuck, fuck, fuuuck! OJ!!” He came with a cry, spilling his load all over the sheets. OJ continued to thrust into him, but not for long. The way Chester clenched around him and his own name in form of a moan made him come hard and he filled Chester with his Juice. With gritted teeth and muffled groan he emptied his last pulpy drops into his suicidal lover.