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cksmart-world · 7 months

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SMART BOMB

The Completely Unnecessary News Analysis

By Christopher Smart

October 10, 2023

THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF CAPITOL HILL

Jim Jordan's aide promised him that his dress was not too low cut. “It really brings out all your nice chest hairs, sir,” he said. Then he assured the Ohio Republican firebrand the red Stilettos went perfectly with his ensemble. Trump had just endorsed Jordy for Speaker of the House and he wanted to look his best. Meanwhile, New York Rep. Mike Lawler, wearing a powder blue pants suit with a white blouse ruffled at the sleeves and neck, was gathering a coffee clutch to oust the flamboyant Matt Gaetz. The Florida bon vivant was rocking a lavender pastel cocktail dress with a low back, revealing his smooth, freshly-waxed back. Gaetz is the Robespierre of the House Revolution and Lawler wanted his head for the insurrection against Old Lady McCarthy. At the same time, the-dress-for-success Republican Governance Group had a rope and was looking to hang McCarthy mutineer Nancy Mace. She looked like she had rushed to the Capitol from the Tango club, slits to the thigh of her wine-colored dress. The South Carolina lawmaker would have to do some fancy dancing to stay alive in the Republican caucus. Keeping the Real Capitol Housewives from self-destruction will require more magic than organizing the chaos of New York Fashion Week. Good luck Jordy — and hey, nice tits.

TAYLOR SWIFT WHEREFORE ART THOU

We don't have to wonder where Taylor Swift is. News media, social media and jungle drums keep track of her every move. (“Taylor Swift is now in the lady's room.”) She's the biggest thing since Lady Gaga's dogs got kidnapped. Well no, Wilson, we don't know where Paris Hilton is. But you're right, back in the day the tabloids and Access Hollywood tracked her every move. Paris Hilton is at a party. Paris Hilton is at another party. Paris Hilton is at a club. Paris Hilton is at another club... But times they are a changin'. Now we need minute-by-minute reports on the new pop superstar. Taylor Swift is here. Taylor Swift is there. Taylor Swift is everywhere. The tabloids love it and scream headlines like this: “Taylor Swift Blasts Travis Kelce Into Hollywood Stardom; Romance A Gamble for NFL Star.” Inquiring minds have to know. That's all fine and good Wilson, but do the guys in the band know who the secretary of state is? Of course not. Here's something: When Taylor Swift recently posted on Instagram that everyone should vote, 35,000 of her followers registered at Vote.org. What if she posted, “Don't get stoned and drive.” Or, “Don't get pregnant.” What if she posted, “Don't vote for idiots.” You're right Wilson, that is asking a lot, after all they have to vote for someone.

LIVIN' IN THE USA — POP CULTURE RULES

Finally Wilson, some good news: The McDonalds McRib sandwich is back! It's true, even The Washington Post is reporting it: “Nearly a year after the sandwich’s latest 'farewell tour,' McDonald’s announced the McRib is back.” It is, of course, a pork sandwich smothered in barbecue sauce. You know how it is, Wilson, you're too drunk or stoned to go into a restaurant but you're starving. So you take an emergency fly pattern to Micky-Dees drive-through for a nice, messy McRib, staving off the murderous munchies. This is important or it wouldn't be in The Washington Post, right. U.S. pop-culture rules. And get this, Skelly, the 12-foot-tall Halloween skeleton lawn decoration, is back at Home Depot and selling like hotcakes. It's so popular that it can show up anywhere, according to (you guess it) The Washington Post. “He makes year-round appearances at bar mitzvahs, graduations and holidays such as Christmas and the Fourth of July.” Since we're talkin' smack, the staff here at Smart Bomb just has to relay this: Crocs has come out with cowboy boots. Yep, those rubber clogs now look like Tony Lamas, says The New York Times (for real) and they're complete with spurs. Texas gardeners are totally going dig it. Cowboy f-ing Crocs — is this a great country, or what.

Post script — That's going to do it for another insane week at Smart Bomb where we keep track of the names of towns in Utah so you don't have to. Thank goodness The Salt Lake Tribune has embarked on what could be called “The New Resident's Guide to Zion.” Last week, The Trib offered lessons in how to pronounce unique town names here in the Beehive State. For example: Duschene is pronounced “do•shane,” according to The Trib guide. But Wilson and the band insist it's: “do-kes-nee.” The Trib guide says that Tooele is pronounced “tuh•will•uh.” But the staff here at Smart Bomb knows it's really: “to-lee” town. And Vernal is pronounced “ver-nel.” Several weeks ago The Tribune gave insights to newcomers for “Mormon Speak.” That's how new folks learned that “flip” is the local term for another F-word; that “garbage” translates to bullshit; and a “heathen” is a target of Mormon missionaries who must be saved by dunking them in water. And that isn't all — The Trib offered a guide to our National Parks, as if everybody in the universe didn't already know, thanks to the taxpayer-funded program by the Utah Office of Tourism to advertise them in big electronic billboards in every airport, as well as in slick magazines. So welcome to Utah you heathens, we can't tell you how happy we are that you're here.

Well Wilson there are nasty wars in Ukraine, Israel and Palestine, and the House of Representatives. The world is a troubled place. But we are lucky to be living in the USA where pop-culture rules. So get the guys in the band to quit playing hacky sack and take us out with a heart-warming patriotic number that will stick in our brains for days:

Oh well oh well I feel so good today We just touched ground on an international runway Jet-propelled back home from overseas to the USA New York, Los Angeles Oh how I yearn for you Detroit, Chicago, Chattanooga, Baton Rouge God I long to be at my home back in old St Lou Did I miss the skyscrapers Did I miss the long freeway From the coast of California To the shores of the Delaware Bay You can bet your life I did Till I got back to the USA Looking hard for a drive-in Searching for a corner cafe Where hamburgers sizzle on an open grill night and day Yeah, and the jukebox jumping with records back in the USA I'm so glad I'm living in the USA Yes I'm so glad I'm living in the USA Anything you want we got it right here in the USA Ah we're so glad we're living in the USA Yes we're so glad we're living in the USA Anything you want we got it right here in the USA (Back In the USA — Chuck Berry)

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babbushka · 3 years

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Take this request however you’d like! A Flip’s titty appreciation post? Just about how he enjoys them. Whether it be sleeping on them, enjoying just looking at them when the Mrs is around, touching on them just randomly while you’re together. A little somethin’ somethin’ along those lines? 🤠

A/N: Lol when I first read this prompt I thought you meant you wanted some appreciation of Flip's tits!! I was like oh yeah, someone's gotta put a bra on that man lol! But then I read it again and realized that's not what you meant lol. I hope you enjoy this short fluffy something!

1k, warnings: mentions of pregnancy, and Flip being handsy and obsessed with tits but it's not smut really lol

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“God, today -- fucking -- !” Flip slams the door a little more aggressively than he intends to, taking in a deep breath to really emphasize, “Sucked!”

What a nightmare work had been, Flip thinks with a deep scowl, as he steps out of his shoes and jacket, leaving them in a disheveled heap on the floor, before going back and righting it because he knows you’d be pissed if he left it like that.

“Is that my honey I hear?” Speaking of you, Flip is a little bummed that you’re not right at the door to greet him like you are most days, because he sure as shit could use a kiss or a dozen right about now.

“Ugh.” Is all he manages to get out, before going on a hunt around the house for you, incorrectly heading into the kitchen first, hoping that dinner might be ready for him. It is, but you’re not there, and you’re more important, despite his growling stomach.

He hears you laughing a little at his theatrics, following the sound of your voice into the living room, where you say those four magic words that make all his bad days turn into good ones, “Aw cheer up, here, wanna see my tits?”

Like magic, his mood is improved, and he makes his way over to the sunken living room where you’ve got reruns of the Dick Van Dyke show to keep you company as you iron. He leans against the arch that separates the dining and living rooms, and watches as you put the iron up on its little stand, away from one of his dress shirts that you’d been working on.

You make a little show of it, unbuttoning the blouse you’re wearing one button at a time, your shoulders giving a little shimmy that makes your tits bounce as you let it drop into the to-iron pile, unclasping your bra tantalizingly slow. Flip can’t help but chew on his lip, the anticipation of seeing your perfect tits nearly killing him.

The torture only lasts a few more moments though, before you let the bra drop altogether, and Flip takes three big strides across the living room to get his hands on you, the way they’ve been itching to all day while he was stuck undercover with these fucking guys on this new fucking case.

“God ketsl,” He breathes out a low whistle, getting his palms full of your flesh and kneading your tits, “You’re a stunner.”

“I know.” You give him a cheeky grin, but Flip shakes his head, leaving down to kiss you all over your face -- your cheeks, your neck, your throat, making his way down in an awkward sort of bend, an attempt to get your nipples in his mouth. You laugh a little and swat at his shoulder, and he straightens up out of fear of accidentally bumping into the iron.

“No no, I mean really. How the fuck did a guy like me ever get you?” Flip backs you away from the ironing board a little, pushes you against the back of the couch, never once taking his hands off your chest.

“You don’t look half bad either.” One of your hands begins combing through Flip’s hair, short soothing scratches against his skull as you tease, “In fact, in the right lighting, you’re kinda handsome.”

That gets a chuckle out of your husband, and you’re pleased, glad that whatever had been bothering him at work was no match for the power of your presence.

“What are you doing?” Flip’s eyes are starry when he looks at you, rubs his nose against yours.

“Putting together a model airplane, what does it look like I’m doing?” You roll your eyes, leaning up to press your lips to his, always forgetting how much you miss him until he finally comes home from his stressful and dangerous job.

“Honey you can’t expect me to look anywhere other than right...” Flip grabs your tits in his palms again, getting a better grip on them to push them together and smack smooches to the tops of them that his fingers can’t quite cover, “...Here.”

“Alright hold on cowboy,” You laugh, pushing him away for a moment to much protesting, instead leading him over to the couch properly, nudging for him to, “Lay down.”

“No, you first.” Flip arranges and rearranges the cushions so that your back is supported, and the small act of care has your playful mood softening into something a tiny bit more tender.

Feeling stupid that you’re just in bottoms, you take them off, laying down on the couch in your underwear. Flip doesn’t bother taking his clothes off too, but that’s alright with you, he’s wearing his soft shirt and those worn jeans of his, nothing’s going to be abrasive against your skin.

“Careful, they’re a little tender right now.” You encourage him to lay down on top of you, mindful of the small baby bump. Your tits have gotten bigger from the pregnancy, and even though Flip was always a little too into them before he knocked you up, he’s all too excited to get his face snuggled against them now.

“They’re perfect.” He sighs out, trying to find a good spot to get one of his hands cupping your left, his face resting on your right.

“Are you comfortable?” You joke, knowing that he could live right there if you’d let him.

“Mmmmmhm.” Nuzzling his nose against your nipple, he kisses all over the spots that he can reach with his mouth, his body tucked up against you. The hand on your left breast gives gentle squeezes, and you smile fondly down at him, kissing his temple, before carding your fingers through his hair once again.

“You know, I’m not so sure you don’t have a complex.” You tease, and unexpected laughter shakes through your husband’s frame.

It’s not that he’s always been a tits guy, Flip doesn’t think. It’s always just been you, your body drives him crazy. The stash of wet white t-shirt polaroids he has of you in his desk could probably get him fired if anyone ever went snooping, there’s just something about the feeling of your nipple hardening against his tongue that makes his life so much better.

“You’re probably right but I don’t want to be confronted with that right now.” He grumbles, and you grin, knowing that whatever is going on in that brain of his, you’re encouraging, because how could you ever say no to your lumberjack of a man when what he wants is so easy to provide?

“Fair enough.” You muse, twirling some of his shaggy hair around your finger, “Will you help me with the ironing? It’ll go by faster if you put the shit on the hangers.”

“You bet your ass I will ketsl...in a minute.” Flip wedges his face into your cleavage, pushing your tits together once again to smother himself between them, “I just want to lay here for a minute.”

Rolling your eyes fondly, you reach down to the extension cord where the iron is plugged in, and press the power switch. At some point, he’ll have to get off of you so the two of you can eat dinner, at which point you can turn it back on, but you know that as the rain picks up outside, Flip is not going to be getting up anytime soon.

That’s alright with you, you think, happy to hug him and watch tv together on the couch for a while, and maybe, if he gets worked up enough, have a little sex. You can’t blame him of course, you think with a big smile, you are, after all, a stunner.

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finn-ray-nal-beads · 4 years

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clyde is big sexy <3

@worm800 OH YOU MEAN THIS TALL DRINK O SOUTHERN SWEET TEA?!

HES ALL KINDS OF BIG 👀

LIKE LETS BE HONEST I WOULD LET HIM SMOTHER ME WITH HIS HUGE COWBOY TITS AND FUCK ME LIKE A RAGDOLL.... BUT I DIGRESS.

#god he’s huge #like i never stop thinking about this character #clyde rusty logan #logan lucky

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rawiswhore · 3 years

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Triple H, Billy Gunn, Christian, Val Venis x Fem Reader- “Let’s Roleplay, I’ll Wear A Disguise”

One of the most popular words in the professional wrestling world is "kayfabe".

What does that word mean?

It means when something, in particular professional wrestling, is presented as being real, even if it's fake.

Yeah, for several years, the World Wrestling Federation presented itself as real.

Kayfabe doesn't just apply to wrestling matches, but also the characters and gimmicks wrestlers are presented as, although Kane and Mankind aren't really horror movie psychopaths, the Rock isn't really a trash talking guido, and Stone Cold isn't really an angry redneck.

Kayfabe can be a lot of fun, especially when it comes to playing a character.

Hmmmmm, playing a character in wrestling, especially a really memorable character that sticks out in your mind, got any ideas?

One evening at the beginning of 1999, you were in a hotel room with 5 wrestlers.

Who were they?

Triple H, Billy Gunn, Val Venis, and Christian.

In that hotel room, you shared a bed with these 4 wrestlers, you were slightly on all fours in the middle of the bed, where Val was lying on his back on the bed's mattress while you rode and bounced up and down his cock, Billy Gunn was right behind you, pounding your asshole with his dick, Christian's face was buried in the side of your neck, biting and sucking your neck, and Triple H was standing on his knees in front of you with his jeans pulled down, exposing his genitals to you.

Triple H had his hair completely hanging down and not tied back in little braids or a ponytail, because this is how you like the way he looks.

Christian was wearing a long sleeved, loose fitting white dress shirt with those purple wrestling tights he wears in the Brood.

Billy's hair was hanging down, not tied back in a ponytail or little braids, because he looks sexiest with his long blond hair hanging down.

You made Billy Gunn fuck your ass because his nickname is "Mr. Ass" and would eventually have an entrance theme describing how he's an ass man, Val Venis is fucking your twat since he plays a porn star, Christian's sucking your neck because he plays a vampire in that Brood trio, and Triple H on "Monday Night Raw" plays an immature fratboy who makes dick jokes and points to his crotch while saying an obscene insult related to fellatio.

Triple H could be fucking your cunt while you give Val Venis a blowjob, considering Triple H's jokes he says in D Generation X are related to penis/vagina sex ("I got the rocket if you want the ride!" and "I've got a knife that will fit in your drawers!") and sometimes Val Venis references fellatio (like that "Soldier of Love" promo where it was implied Jenna Jameson was giving him head), but that will be for next time.

While Billy was fucking you, his hands were squeezing a handful of your ass cheeks.

Triple H's cock was growing harder and filling up with blood while you were sucking on his cock.

The bed was creaking and squeaking while you bounced up and down Val's lap, hopefully you and this bed won't fall through a ceiling.

You as well as these other wrestlers hope that people next door won't hear that you're having sex, though the WWF is increasing in popularity by the late 90's, and maybe some people who watch wrestling would be excited to see you really having sex with these 4.

You actually have had a few gangbangs like this before, where wrestlers played their characters while having sex with you (Shawn Michaels giving you a lapdance since he plays a male stripper while you rode on Billy Gunn's lap reverse cowgirl, since he used to play a cowboy in that Smoking Gunns duo).

As you tried sucking on Triple H's cock, Triple H's hands were motioning and pointing at his crotch, his hands making a "chopping" motion and forming a "v" shape.

"Suck it!" he exclaimed, pushing his crotch forward at you.

Billy, Christian and Val laughed and smiled from ear to ear hearing him proclaim that, and even you couldn't help but break out into a smile.

And indeed, you listened to Triple H's command, despite that his cock was already in your mouth and you were busy giving him head.

As you sucked on Triple H's dick, precum was leaking out of the slit of his penishead and onto your tongue, where you swallowed his precum, sucking any precum that trickled down his shaft or out of his slit.

Sometimes, your tongue licked up and down his shaft like a Popsicle, licking up any precum that dripped down it, other times your lips going up his shaft made his precum blend and smear into his erection.

You moaned and mumbled while having Triple H's penis in your mouth, because of Val and Billy fucking you, and your moans and breath heated up Trips' shaft, your moans buzzing and vibrating around his shaft.

Val's hands held your hips while you rode him, making sure you stay on his lap for now.

Christian was giving you a huge pink hickey on your neck from sucking your neck, and he's gonna probably give you a lot of them when you're having sex.

Triple H's hands this time crossed at the wrists to form an "x" shape, raising those hands up, still in an "x" shape, only to quickly drop them down.

"Suck it!" he repeated, thrusting and pushing his genitals at you while he made that gesture.

And you listened and obeyed him, he doesn't have to shout that, though he is staying in character.

Plus, him shouting that obscene catchphrase and doing that gesture is soooooooooooo hot to you.

Speaking of sucking it, Christian was growing tired from sucking one part of your neck, so he moved his mouth to another part of your neck, your skin being released from his teeth, only for him to sink his teeth into another part of your skin, suctioning his lips around the part of your skin.

He left a pink hickey on your neck with his bitemarks engraved in your flesh, that hickey might fade away.

Your tits and bouncing and flopping back and forth, up and down above Val's face, and the Big Valbowski would love to suck on and play with your tits, maybe he even can.

Triple H would love to jack off on your breasts considering he's made so many women in the audience flash their tits, and maybe he could.

Trips was looking at you sucking on his cock, grinning a shit eating grin from ear to ear, so happy and proud of you sucking his dick.

You'd love to slide your fingers down through Christian's long, silky locks, and maybe you even can.

Hell, you want to slide your fingers down through Billy, Triple H and Val's hair as well, though it's a bit difficult for your hand to reach out and touch Triple H's hair, unless you, Val and Billy moved a few inches.

You would invite Jeff Hardy and Test (the same Test who married Stephanie McMahon on "Monday Night Raw" and dated Stacy Keibler) to this gangbang, but they didn't really play characters during this time.

Eventually, you did have a gangbang where you sucked on Jeff Hardy, Test, Val and even Shawn Michaels' dicks while Triple H fucked your pussy and Billy Gunn pounded your ass while Christian was sucking your neck, and sometimes you even had this same gangbang but this time you gave Triple H a blowjob while Val fucked your twat.

Since Billy Gunn is nicknamed Mr. Ass and in his entrance theme, it stays he loves to love and kick asses, there's something else Billy loves to do to asses that isn't mentioned in that song.

He removed his hands from your ass cheeks and tried to spank your ass cheeks while he fucked your bum, his hands swatting your cheeks and trying to turn them pink.

Did it work?

A little bit, yeah.

You yelped and cried out when Billy smacked your ass, but, y'know, Billy is an ass man...

You lifted one of your hands off of the bed and moved it behind Christian's head, your fingers sneaking in between strands of his blond hair, only for those fingers to slide and glide down through his long silky locks, your hand pulling Christian into your neck, but not enough that his nostrils are smothered by your neck and he's suffocating.

Billy tried to spank your ass harder this time, which made you cry out while having a cock in your mouth, but you're trying not to bite on Triple H's dick while sucking it.

You haven't been faking your orgasm, these men really are turning you on.

You wish other wrestlers who play characters could be in this orgy, Scott Hall a.k.a. the former Razor Ramon is one of them, but he's over in WCW now.

Your pussy's been getting more moist and wet thanks to being fucked by 2 men at the same time as well as having someone suck your neck.

Val can feel your tits swishing back and forth above his face, so he made his hands roam up your hips all the way to your breasts, where his hands cupped your tits when they reached them.

His hands squeezed and fondled your breasts, and you could feel his palms on your areolas and nipples.

Val also didn't get to fondle and squeeze your tits, but his fingers tweaked and pinched them as well.

Poor Billy and Triple H won't get a chance to play with your breasts or jack off on them, but Billy is playing his Ass Man character.

Your moans are muffled from Triple H's dick in your mouth, but they are a little bit loud.

As you've been getting fucked, Billy's eyes shut tight and teeth grimaced, and thankfully he's behind you so you don't have to see his funny facial expressions.

That goes for Val as well, and Triple H is rolling his eyes to the top of his head and biting his lip.

You're surprised that Triple H isn't shouting any of his naughty sexual innuendos he says on "Monday Night Raw", but maybe next time he will.

Hell, why isn't Val saying his sexual innuendos while he's fucking you?

Though, you've had sex with Triple H when he said those innuendos, you even had a threesome with him and Val Venis saying their notorious sexual innuendos.

Not to mention he did exclaim "My bazooka is locked, cocked and ready to unload!" before this gangbang with Christian, Val and Billy and he pointed to his crotch when he shouted that.

Your moans keep getting higher pitched when you're getting fucked and spanked, and your ass turns pinker as you're getting fucked.

Being fucked for so long has to have a reaction, what is that reaction?

That reaction is you crying out and your twat creaming while Val's dick was inside your pussy, your clit pounding and throbbing hard after you came.

Despite that you've came, it isn't over until some other people cum.

Triple H was trying to look at you while you sucked his cock, he still had that naughty smirk spread across his face.

He was murmuring under his breath how dirty and slutty you are, and he knows that.

You lifted one of your hands and moved it behind Billy's head, trying to slide your fingers down and through his blond hair.

He could feel your arm and hand trying to reach out, which made him smile.

Triple H and Val are probably getting jealous that your fingers are sliding down through Billy and Christian's hair, but not theirs.

Wait your turn and be patient.

The inside of your twat was even slipperier after you creamed, and Val's dick is still sliding back and forth inside your pussy hole.

Billy's shaft has been sliding back and forth in between your ass cheeks during this gangbang, clapping your cheeks in more ways than one.

Val's getting tired from fondling your breasts, so he removed his hands from your tits, lifting his head up from the bed and trying to wrap his mouth around one of your nipples.

Did he?

Yep.

You could feel his rough, bristly facial hair on your skin.

He didn't just suck your nipple, but made the tip of his tongue run in circles on your areola.

Pretty soon, Billy felt like he was gonna cum, and he leaned his head back and groaned quite loudly as he jizzed in your ass.

His dick released his seed in your butt, little squirts of his cum shooting out of his slit in your ass.

Your ass became easier for his cock to slide back and forth in your ass now that he's came in there, and he still continued to fuck you despite already jizzing.

Eventually, Triple H jizzed in your mouth, leaning his head back and closing his eyes when he came, and you swallowed all of his cum that came out of his slit and dripped down his shaft.

Val was the last one to cum inside you, groaning a rough, gravelly groan when he came in your twat.

When these 3 all jizzed in you, you pulled yourself off of Val's lap, Billy and Val's dicks leaving your pussy and ass, their seed leaking out of your holes and spilling onto the bed's comforter.

You gave Val a blowjob, cleaning his dick off.

You didn't blow Billy Gunn, why?

His dick was up your bacteria filled ass where shit comes out, despite that your rear end was completely clean and didn't have any shit smeared on your ass cheeks.

Y'know, Triple H once shouted "Instead of spreading your legs like some cheap whore" and repeatedly called Sunny "skanky" on "Monday Night Raw", yet you were having promiscuous sex and even a few gangbangs with multiple wrestlers, Triple H was even involved in them.

Plus, Trips shouldn't throw stones in glass houses considering this was the same man that said "Ladies, I've got a knife that will fit in your drawers!" and "You desert ladies, after you're done getting pricked by my cactus, I'll let you play with my prairie dog!".

Eventually, you had a few more gangbangs like this, letting Triple H and Shawn Michaels play their DX characters (despite Shawn now playing a commissioner and not a male stripper), Val playing his porn star character, Christian playing a vampire and Val Venis playing a porn star.

This gangbang was like you were getting fucked by the characters Triple H, Val, Billy and Christian play in the WWF.

#triple h #billy gunn #val venis #christian #1999 #90s #wwf #attitude era #wwf attitude #fanfiction

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