"But before I eat you," Brad said, I've got to make sure you're fit for consumption."
He grabbed Tom by the man's dick and dragged him into the kitchen. Then roughly, her threw Tom across the table. "You better be fresh," Brad said grinning. He fiddled around in his kitchen drawers for a few moments, and then came back to where Tom was lying, face first. He held up his hand in front of Tom's eyes, showing him a shiny metal device. "It's a meat thermometer, and I hope you know where it's going."
Brad walked around behind Tom, and grabbed one of his meaty ass cheeks in his hands, pulling it to the side and exposing Tom's tight hole. With a quick thrust, Brad shoved the metal rod inside him. Tom screamed in both pain and pleasure. With a smile on his face, Brad slapped Tom's ass, leaving a nice red hand print. He looked down at the temperature gauge. "Looks like you'll make a good meal after all."
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