Ryan McCormick, the Producer of Punch Lines with Frank Nicotero, sat across from his star comedian in a plush booth at the South Point Casino. The show, Punch Lines, was the greatest Sports Betting Comedy Show in Las Vegas. Their unique twist was that they used a mysterious figure known as Lucky Ass to pick the winners. Lucky Ass had an uncanny ability to pick winners by studying the precision of the perfect round bubble butt. Tonight, their focus was on OnlyFans star Leeza and her legendary big ass. The rumor was that a big African-American gentleman had a dingdong as large as a horse’s dingdong, and Lucky Ass had placed a bet on him.
As they waited for the paddock event to begin, Lucky Ass couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of so many beautiful PAWGs, or Phat Ass White Girls, in one place. It was a spectacle unlike anything he’d ever seen before. The African-American gentleman, clearly overwhelmed by the sheer number of white people, nervously glanced around the paddock. His eyes landed on Leeza, and a blush crept up his cheeks.
Ryan McCormick, ever the astute producer, recognized the moment of connection between the two and saw an opportunity to further engage the audience. He whispered something to Frank Nicotero, who nodded in agreement. Together, they devised a plan to use Leeza’s allure as bait to get the African-American gentleman’s attention and encourage him to reveal his legendary appendage.
As the paddock event began, Ryan and Frank signaled Lucky Ass, who discreetly made his way over to Leeza. In a low voice, he told her to use her charm and bubble butt to draw the big man over. With a wink and a nod, Leeza strutted over to the African-American gentleman, smiling coyly. As she approached, the crowd hushed, waiting with bated breath to see what would happen next.
The big man, his heart racing from nerves and arousal, couldn’t help but notice Leeza’s curvaceous figure and round, perfect ass. He swallowed hard, feeling his dingdong begin to stiffen beneath his pants. When she reached him, she batted her eyelashes and whispered something into his ear. Whatever she said, it did the trick; the man’s cheeks flushed red as he realized he had an erection.
Ryan and Frank, watching from across the paddock, exchanged knowing glances. This was exactly what they had hoped for. The crowd, sensing the electricity in the air, grew more excited, murmurs turning into cheers as the big man visibly struggled to contain his arousal.
Leeza, ever the professional, expertly guided the situation, her movements fluid and confident. She gently took the African-American gentleman’s hand, leading him away from the growing throng of onlookers. As they walked, she leaned in close, whispering words of encouragement and assurances of his manhood into his ear. The man’s face flushed even deeper, his manhood throbbing beneath his pants.
Meanwhile, back at the booth, Ryan and Frank watched the unfolding events with bated breath. This was the stuff of legend, they thought. They exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them. The tension in the air was palpable, and the crowd, sensing the drama, hushed to a murmur.
Leeza led the big man to a secluded spot behind one of the nearby bars, their bodies swaying in unison as they moved. The man’s breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes locked on her great ass, his hands trembling with the effort to contain himself. Leeza, sensing his desperation, whispered something else into his ear, and with a groan of surrender, he released his grip on her hips.
The African-American gentleman’s dingdong sprang free, thick and long, veins pulsing as it stood at full attention. It towered over Leeza, a testament to his masculinity. The crowd, unable to believe their eyes, erupted into cheers, whistles, and applause. Even Lucky Ass, hidden amongst the throng, felt a surge of pride in his choice.
Ryan and Frank exchanged high-fives, their hearts racing with excitement. They had gambled big and won, delivering a moment that would go down in television history. As the big man’s manhood swayed before them, they couldn’t help but marvel at its magnificence. The crowd, sensing the energy in the air, grew rowdier, chanting the man’s name and urging him on.
Leeza, her job well done, stepped back and applauded as the African-American gentleman took his place in the spotlight. With a grin that could only be described as predatory, he turned to face the crowd, his member bobbing gently before him. The tension in the air was palpable, the crowd holding its breath in anticipation.
Ryan and Frank exchanged glances, their minds racing with the possibilities. They had always known that the big man had it in him, but even they were taken aback by the sheer size and impressiveness of his dingdong. It was a sight to behold, a testament to the raw power and vitality of the human spirit.
As the crowd continued to cheer, the big man took a deep breath and stepped forward, letting his member lead the way. With each confident stride, his dingdong swayed gently before him, hypnotizing the onlookers. He reached the center of the paddock, basking in the adulation of the crowd, and paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of being the center of attention.
Ryan and Frank, watching from their booth, exchanged excited glances. They couldn’t believe their luck. They had always known their big man had it in him, but this was beyond anything they could have imagined. They leaned forward, eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before them, their hearts racing with anticipation.
As the big man made his way through the crowd, the cheers grew louder. He paused at the top of the stairs, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. The tension was palpable as he looked out over the sea of faces, his eyes meeting those of his teammates, his competitors, and even Lucky Ass himself. For a moment, it seemed as if time stood still.
And then, with a fluidity that belied his size, he launched himself forward, his dingdong leading the charge. The crowd gasped as he soared through the air, his every movement graceful and powerful. He landed at center ice, his manhood bobbing gently as he came to a stop. The air was thick with anticipation, and even the announcer struggled to find the words to describe what was happening.
Ryan and Frank, their hearts pounding in their chests, exchanged nervous glances. They had never before seen Lucky Ass in such a state of excitement. He had always been confident, always believed in their big man, but tonight was different. There was a spark in his eyes, a fire in his belly that they had never seen before.
As the crowd cheered, Lucky Ass turned back to his partners, nodding firmly. Ryan and Frank exchanged a quick handshake, acknowledging the risk they had taken. It was a gamble, but they believed in their big man. They knew he could bring home the winner.
“I have studied Leeza’s bubble butt intently and entered the data into Google Bard.Google Bard says there is a 70% of the Montreal Canadiens winning at home tonight against the Buffalo Sabres. You can bet them as a surprising underdog at +120!”
Lucky Ass paused for effect, taking in the murmurs of agreement and surprise from the crowd. He knew he had made the right choice, but he wanted to make sure everyone else understood the magnitude of his bet. The oddsmakers had clearly underestimated the Canadiens, and he was going to make a killing.