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Now... Kristi and Dice present:

In The Big Dog's Yard
by Kristi (
and Frederick "Dice" Casden (

At Sacramento, California's Arco Arena, in the Undertaker's locker room
during the August 20, 2001 broadcast of RAW IS WAR as Kurt Angle is spraying
gallons of milk on the Alliance, Sara, wearing a black banana, black sports
bra and wrestling pants, is looking up at her husband The Undertaker, dressed
in black shirt and pants. "Nice work beating the hell out of that scum bag
Diamond Dallas Page..." Undertaker says.

Sara nods her head and laughs "You know, I could handle him on my own without
your help..." Sara says.

Undertaker smirks, "I know... however...just wanted to make sure he was ready
for you..." Undertaker replies.

Sara places her hands onto her nicely toned and curved hips "I'll be happy if
I never have to see that creep again..."

"After the ass kicking he got last night from Kane and I in the steel cage
and one he got from you tonight, he'd better know what respect is..."
Undertaker says with a nod of his head.

Sara smiles "No one deserves more respect than you, babe..."

"Damn right... this is my damn yard... people don't respect that... then
their asses are mine..." Undertaker says.

Sara steps closer to her husband and smiles "I'm so happy that we might
finally be done with that crap involving DDP..."

Undertaker smirks down at Sara, "And get things back to normal as well..."

Sara nods her head and sweetly looks up at him. "It's going to be such a

"Damn right... and I know after the past few months, we both need some..."

Sara laughs a bit "Here?"

"Hell, why not... show's over, and no one is stupid enough to come into my
locker room without knocking first..." Undertaker replies.

Sara bites down on her bottom lip and looks up at Undertaker "If you want

"Want to and going to..." Undertaker says as he places a hand on Sara's right
shoulder and leans down to kiss her.

Sara closes her eyes and starts to kiss back, pressing her soft lips against
his firm lips.

Undertaker moves his hand from Sara's shoulder and places it on her waist as
he continues to kiss her.

Sara places her hands onto his powerful chest and gently pushes her tongue
into Undertaker's mouth as she kisses him.

"Mmm..." Undertaker moans as Sara works her tongue in and out of her mouth
while she slide her hands against his shirt covered chest.

Sara slowly breaks the kiss and takes a step back as she smiles at Undertaker
before lowering herself down on her knees.

As Sara gets comfortable on her knees, Undertaker removes his shirt to reveal
his upper body and tattooed arms while she begins to unbuckle his belt.

Sara threads the belt through the loops of his pants and tosses his belt
aside before she moves to unbutton and unzip his pants.

Once his pants are undone, Sara lowers them from her husband's waist, freeing
his very long and thick cock that is already in the process of hardening.

Sara places her smooth hands around his impressive cock and begins to gently
work her hands back and forth on his shaft.

"Ahhhh..." Undertaker groans as his blond haired wife uses both hands to
stroke his cock as it become fully hardened.

Sara lowers her head down and parts her lips as she takes his cock into her
mouth. Wrapping her lips around his cock, she begins to steadily bob her head
back and forth to perfectly suck on his cock.

"Mmmm..." Undertaker moans as Sara bobs her head smoothly on his large cock
while taking it fairly deep into her mouth.

Sara places her hands onto her husband's waist and begins to steadily bob her
head back and forth on his cock, letting her lips rub against his shaft.

"Ahhh..." Undertaker groans as his wife bobs her head back and forth on his
rock hard cock.

"Mmmmmmmm...mmmmmm...." Sara moans as she lowers her head down on his cock,
letting her saliva dripping down on his cock.

"Awwww fuck..." Undertaker groans as Sara takes more of his cock into her
warm and soothing mouth.

"Mmmmmmm...mmmmm...." Sara moans as she steadily and smoothly works her mouth
on Undertaker's cock, lowering her mouth further down.

"Ahhh..." Undertaker groans as Sara steadily takes in more of his cock until
she can't fit in anymore.

"Mmmmmmm...mmmmmm...." Sara continues to moan on Undertaker's cock as she
bobs her head steadily, rocking on her knees as she sucks on his cock.

"Mmmmmm..." Undertaker groans as Sara sucks and slightly slurps on his on his
huge cock, resulting in it becoming coated with her saliva.

Sara's soft and wet tongue brushes against the bottom side of Undertaker's
cock as she moves her head at a perfect pace.

Undertaker smirks down at Sara as she slides her tongue against the bottom
side of his cock as she keeps bobbing her head on it. "All right... mmmm...."
Undertaker starts to say as Sara lifts her head off of his cock and proceeds
to remove her sports bra.

Sara's nicely rounded and tanned, perky tits become exposed as she tosses her
top aside and stands up to push down her tight fitting black pants.

Undertaker nods his head in approval as Sara works her black pants downward
on her legs, revealing her toned ass and black thong.

Sara steps out of her pants and kicks them aside before she lowers her black
thong to expose her nicely shaved and moist pussy.

Undertaker rubs his goatee covered chin as he watches Sara steps out of her
thong and then over towards the locker room couch and kneels on it. As Sara
leans forward, Undertaker moves to stand behind her and he guides his cock
into her hot wet snatch.

"Mmmmmmmm...ohhhhhh shit babe..." Sara groans as she feels his large cock
entering her nicely wet and tight pussy from behind.

"Ahhhhh..." Undertaker groans as he begins to thrust his cock in and out of
his wife's pussy.

"Mmmmmmmmm...mmmmm..." Sara moans as she rocks on the couch while on her
knees, feeling his cock gradually becoming deeper.

"Mmmm..." Undertaker groans deeply as he thrusts his cock harder into Sara's

"Ohhhhhhhh...ohhhhhh...." Sara moans as she rocks back on her knees to push
against his thrusting cock, with her toned ass smacking against his waist.

The American Bad Ass of the World Wrestling Federation thrusts his cock
firmly and deeply into Sara's pussy as she pushes back to match his pace.

"Ohhhhhhhh...ohhhhh yeah..." Sara moans and closes her eyes as she moves back
on her knees with her ass smacking against his waist more repetitively.

"Mmmmm... ahhhh..." Undertaker grunts as he drives his cock balls deep into
Sara's twat.

"Ohhhhhhhh...mmmmmm...ohhhhhh" Sara moans as she sharply moves forward on her
knees with his cock ramming deeply into her from behind.

"Ahhhh... awww..." Undertaker groans as he continues to hammer Sara's cunt
with his large cock. After several more thrusts, the former WWF Champion
pulls out of his wife's pussy and moves to sit on the couch.

Sara turns and smiles at Undertaker before she moves to straddle his lap and
lowers herself down onto his cock. Placing her hands onto his powerful chest,
she lowers directly down and takes him deep into her pussy before she starts
to bounce up and down.

"Mmmmm..." Undertaker groans as Sara bounces up and down on his rock hard
cock. Placing his hands on her hips, Undertaker begins to thrust his cock up
into Sara's cunt, causing her to bounce even faster.

"Ohhhhhhh...ohhhhh..." Sara moans as she perfectly bounces on is rock hard

"Ahhhh fuck..." Undertaker moans as Sara repeatedly rises all the way to top
of his cock before dropping back down.

"Mmmmmmmm...ohhhhh...ohhhh..." Sara moans as she perfectly guides her body on
his cock, rocking at a smooth, but quick pace.

The Undertaker takes his hands off of Sara's hips, which allows her greater
freedom to rock on his upward thrusting shaft.

"Ohhhhhhh...ohhhhh babe..." Sara moans and grinds her wet snatch down on his

"Awwww yeah... mmmmm..." Undertaker groans as Sara grinds her twat sharply on
his large cock.

Sara tilts her head back and licks her lips as she rocks back on his cock and
begins to bounce at a swifter pace.

"Ahhhh..." Undertaker groans as Sara bounces briskly on his cock.

Sara's nicely wet and tight pussy grinds down on his shaft as she rocks on
his cock, feeling him sharply to thrust up into her pussy.

Undertaker turns on the couch to where he can lay Sara down on it while
getting to his knees and continuing to thrust his cock into her twat.

"Mmmmmmm...ohhhhhh...ohhhhh..." Sara moans and closes her eyes as she moves
on her back on the surface of the couch, feeling him firmly thrusting into

Undertaker keeps a steady pace as he hammers Sara's pussy with his large cock
as she places her hands on his tattoo covered arms.

"Ohhhhhhhh...ohhhhh..." Sara moans as she raises her smooth and tanned legs
to wrap them around his waist as she moves more swiftly with his thrusts.

"Ahhhhh.... awww..." Undertaker grunts as he drives his cock deeply into
Sara's hot wet cunt.

"Mmmmmmm...ohhhhhh...ohhhhhh..." Sara moans and arches her back slightly as
she feels his cock deeply slamming into her pussy.

Gradually with each of his thrusts, Undertaker's cock begins to throb as he
keeps thrusting it deeply into Sara's snatch.

"Ohhhhhhh...mmmmm..." Sara groans and tilts her head back against the couch
as she feels Undertaker's cock deeply pushing into her.

"Ahhhh... awwww..." Undertaker groans deeply as he begins to cum deep inside
of his wife's hot wet and tight pussy.

Sara bites down on her bottom lip and closes her eyes as she feels the warm
rush of his cum.

"Ahhhhh mmmmm..." Undertaker moans as he holds his cock inside of Sara's
snatch until he's finished cumming within her.

Sara gently unwraps her gorgeous legs from around his waist and moves to sit
back on the couch after her husband pulls out.

Undertaker stands up from the couch, "Gonna grab a shower.. and then we'll
roll out of here..."

Sara smiles "Sounds like a plan."


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