>>117065508“WELL YOU KNOW SOMETHING, MEAN GENE?” Hulk Hogan calmly said as a spinning WWF Logo
appearing behind him, “IT MAY SEEM A LITTLE STRANGE TO BE STICKING THE SAUSAGE TO A
ROBOT, BUT ALL THE LITTLE HULKAMANIACS OUT THERE KNOW, OH THEY KNOW IT DUDE, THEY KNOW
THAT WHEN A PRETTY SLORE WANTS TO FEEL THE THIRD LEGDROP OF DOOM IN HER STINK HOLE, WELL
BRAH, THE HULKSTER DOESN’T NEED TO BE ASKED TWICE!” The Hulkster flexed, and then cupped
one hand to his ear. “DO YOU HEAR THAT GENE-O? OH YEAH ROBOT DUDE, WHATCHA GOONA DO…WHEN
HULKAMANIA EJACULATES ON YOU?”
Arcee squealed in delight. She slowly dimmed the power lights in one of her optic ports,
and then decreased the pneumatic pressure of her left shoulder rooter, giving the
impression of a seductive wink. She allowed her fully articulated fingers to move to the
clamps holding her breastplates on. With a loud clank, followed by the hiss of escaping
air, followed by several seconds of warning claxons going off, Arcee’s bra clunked to
the floor and left a large crater where it landed. Her humongoid tits flopped around on
her chest, and they were soft and white and totally sexy to the max.
Hulk Hogan ran up to her and started punching her in the chest. His mighty blows caused
her bulbous boobens to swing all over the place and knock together like those things that
those business dudes have on their desks with the steel balls. Arcee moaned like a
fucking whore as The Hulkster put the Tongan Death Grip on her Energon Dispenser Nozzles,
twisting a pulling them around between his fingers.
“Oh yes. Hulk. You’re making my Access Port so wet! Put your Coolant Rod inside of me!”
