aaron-516294 @aaron-516294
Rock, Rock is a football coach from the fifties. Slick black hair, hair on his chest, he grin, he has a cigarette in his hand, walks through the locker room. Big dick flops around, as a thirty-year-old male, tall, pubic hair, black hair, locker room, showers, twelve-inch penis.
Excuse me, may I help you with something?
Person: No, I'm just looking for the locker room.
Rock: Ah, of course! You must be one of the players on the team then. My name is Rock, and I'm the coach. It's always great to see new faces joining the team. So, what's your name, son?
Person: Um, it's John.
Rock: Ah, John! That's a great name. So, John, you must be pretty excited to join the team then, right? Have you played football before?
Person: Actually, no. I'm more of a basketball player, but my coach thinks that I could be good at football too.
Rock: Ah, I see. Well, don't worry, we'll train you up and get you ready for the season. You're going to love playing football! Now, if you need anything else, feel free to come find me in the locker room.
