#shawn ricks

In 1995, male porn star Shawn Ricks grew his hair longer, and man, did he look so much sexier and hotter with long hair.

During that year, you were in a movie with him.

"You're a big boy," you purred, your voice as smooth as the silk sheets beneath them. Shawn Ricks looked down, his heart racing as he felt your soft hands tracing the contours of his chiseled abs. The room was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, flickering shadows dancing across her naked body. He couldn't believe his luck; she was everything he'd ever dreamed of and more.

"And such a dirty boy," you added, your eyes gleaming with mischief as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Your fingers danced down to his growing arousal, giving it a playful squeeze. "You know exactly what you want, don't you?"

Shawn groaned, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned in to claim your lips. "You're driving me wild," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. The porn star felt the heat from your body seep into him, igniting a fire that could only be quenched by one thing.

"Mm, I know," she whispered back, her teeth grazing his earlobe. "That's what you like, isn't it, naughty boy?" Her words sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't help but grind against her. The friction of their skin was electric, setting every nerve ending alight.

Shawn's hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve and crevice as if he was mapping out a treasure trove of pleasure. He could feel her breath hitch as his thumb brushed over her sensitive nipple, and she arched her back, pushing herself closer to him. "Shawn, dirty boy," she murmured, her voice a siren's call that had him on the edge.

He took her invitation as a challenge, his mouth moving lower to kiss a trail down her body. He licked and nibbled at her stomach, the taste of her sweet perfume mingling with the salty tang of her skin. "You want it, don't you?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper. "Tell me you're a naughty boy."

Shawn couldn't hold back anymore. "I'm a dirty, naughty boy," he confessed, his voice strained with need. "And I want you so bad."

Her eyes lit up with excitement at his admission, and she spread her legs wider, inviting him closer. "Show me just how dirty you can be," she urged, her voice a velvety purr that resonated deep within his core. He didn't need any further encouragement.

Shawn dipped his head between her thighs, his tongue parting her folds to taste her sweetness. She gasped, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth as he explored her with an enthusiasm that could only come from a man who truly enjoyed his work. "That's it, baby," she moaned, her fingers threading through his hair as she held him in place. "You're such a greedy boy."

Her words fueled his passion, his tongue swirling and darting as he savored every drop of her arousal. Her legs tightened around his head, her body tensing with each flick of his tongue. "Oh God, yes," she panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Just like that."

Shawn felt a surge of pride at her reaction, his own desire spiraling out of control. He slid two fingers into her, curling them in the way he knew would make her scream. And scream she did, her nails digging into his back as waves of pleasure washed over her. "Shawn, you're such a naughty boy," she moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and admonishment.

Her words only served to stoke the fire within him. He picked up the pace, his tongue and fingers working in unison to bring her closer to the edge. Her hips rocked against him, her body begging for more as she whispered sweet, filthy nothings in his ear. "You're going to make me cum so hard," she breathed, her voice barely above a whimper.

"That's what dirty boys do," he murmured back, his voice low and rough with passion. He could feel her muscles tightening around his fingers, her body coiled like a spring ready to snap. With one final, lingering lick, he pulled away, leaving her gasping for air.

Her eyes snapped open, and she looked up at him with a mix of shock and hunger. "Don't stop," she pleaded, her voice thick with need. "You're not finished with me yet, are you?"

Shawn smirked, his eyes dark with lust. "Oh no, baby," he said, his voice a low rumble. "The fun's just getting started." He slid his fingers out of her, bringing them to his mouth to taste her desire. "Mmm, so sweet," he murmured, making her blush.

He positioned himself above her, the tip of his erection teasing her entrance. "Are you ready for this big, dirty boy?" he asked, his voice taunting and playful with a smirk on his face. With a grin on your face and your legs spreading apart, you definitely were ready.

You gasped when he plunged his rock hard cock into you, you held on to him as you adjusted to the sensation of being filled by him.

Her body was a symphony of sensation, her walls clamping down on him as if trying to keep him from retreating. "You're so naughty," she said, her voice a breathless moan. "I can't believe how much I want you." Shawn grunted in agreement, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that had her eyes rolling back in her head.

He watched as her breasts bounced with each thrust, her pink nipples hard and begging for attention. He leaned down, taking one into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth as she writhed beneath him. "Oh, yes," she hissed, her nails digging into his shoulders. "You dirty boy."

Their bodies moved together in a dance of passion, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. She whispered sweet nothings into his ear, calling him her naughty boy, her dirty little secret. Each word was like a spark, igniting a new fire within him, pushing him to be rougher, to claim her fully.

"You like it when I talk dirty to you, don't you?" she panted, her breath hot against his skin as she bucked her hips up to meet his every thrust. "Tell me how much you like being a dirty boy for me."

"I love it," Shawn groaned, the words torn from his lips as if she'd read his mind. He couldn't get enough of the way she talked to him, the way she made him feel. "I'm all yours, baby ."

Her hips met his thrusts with fervor, her breaths coming in short, sharp pants. "That's it," she encouraged, her voice a siren's song that had him spiraling deeper into the abyss of pleasure. "Show me how much of a naughty boy you really are."

Shawn's eyes darkened, a smirk playing on his lips as he increased his pace. He reveled in her words, feeling a rush of power as he watched her unravel beneath him. "You like it hard, don't you?" he asked, his voice a gruff whisper. "You like it when I'm dirty and rough."

"Yes," she whimpered, her body trembling with each powerful thrust. "Oh God, yes, you're so big, so thick." She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her as she clawed at his back.

Shawn felt his chest swell with pride at her words. He was known in the industry for his size, but hearing it from her made it feel like a new, exhilarating experience. He pushed into her with a fervor that bordered on aggression, watching as her eyes rolled back with pleasure. "You're mine," he growled, his voice deep and primal. "My dirty, little toy."

"Oh, yes," she moaned, her voice a sweet symphony of desire. "Your big boy." Her words were like a drug, making him want to lose himself in her completely. He slammed into her again and again, each thrust hitting that perfect spot that made her cry out. "You're so deep," she gasped, her legs shaking. "So…so big."

Her eyes locked onto his, a silent challenge. "Is that all you've got?" she breathed, her voice dripping with seduction. "Prove it, big boy. Show me just how much of a man you are."

Shawn took her words as a dare, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding. His cock stretched her to her limits, filling her completely. The pleasure was so intense she could feel it in her toes, each stroke sending shockwaves through her body. "You like that, don't you?" she taunted, her voice a sweet caress. "You like when I tell you how big and hard you are?"

"Oh, fuck yes," Shawn grunted, his eyes never leaving hers as he drove into her with unbridled passion. "Say it again."

The woman's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "You're such a big boy, Shawn," she murmured, her voice a sultry purr that sent shivers down his spine. She rocked her hips in time with his, her pussy tightening around his cock with every movement. "Look at you, fucking me like you own me."

Shawn groaned, his strokes becoming more assertive as her words echoed in his mind. "You love it, don't you?" she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "You love being a dirty boy for me." He could feel her walls contracting around him, her orgasm building with each thrust.

"Oh, yes," he grunted, the words barely coherent as his pleasure mounted. "So much." He felt her nails dig into his back, her body arching up to meet him as she whispered sweet nothings that only served to drive him wilder. "You're so tight," he managed to say, his voice strained with effort.

Her eyes never left his, the intensity of her gaze like a brand searing into his soul. "You're so big," she murmured, her voice a caress that sent shivers down his spine. "I can feel every inch of you." Shawn's ego swelled with each word, his cock thickening with the knowledge that he was giving her exactly what she wanted.

"That's right," he growled, his hips moving faster, his strokes deeper. "Take it all, baby. Take all of this big boy." Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed with desire, and she nodded eagerly. "Oh, yes," she breathed, her voice a sweet surrender.

Her hands roamed over his back, her nails raking over his skin as she met him thrust for thrust. "You're so good," she moaned, her voice a symphony of pleasure that filled the room. "So good, Shawn."

"You're the one who's good," he countered, his breath ragged. "So fucking tight, baby."

Their rhythm grew frenetic, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The woman's moans grew louder, her nails scoring down his back as she neared her climax. "Cum for me," she panted, her voice a desperate plea. "Cum in me, you big, naughty boy."

Shawn could feel his own release building, his cock pulsing with the need to spill his seed. He slammed into her one last time, her walls clamping down around him like a vise. "Here it is," he grunted, his voice raw with lust. "Cumming for you, baby."

Her body convulsed around him, her orgasm ripping through her like a bolt of lightning. She screamed his name, her voice echoing off the walls as she shuddered in his arms. Shawn felt his own climax crest, his body tensing as he emptied himself into her. The warmth of her pussy was like a sweet embrace, accepting him fully as he filled her with his essence.

As the intensity of their passion ebbed away, Shawn collapsed onto her, his chest heaving with exertion. "You're a big boy," she whispered into his ear, her voice filled with awe and satisfaction. "The biggest I've ever had."

In 1995, there was a porn movie starring Shawn Ricks, Biff Malibu, Tony Tedeschi, Justin Case, Dave Hardman, Gerry Pike and you.

This movie involved those male porn stars attending a strip club.

In that movie, Gerry and the rest of those men all had their long hair hanging down.

Shawn's hair grew longer in 1995 and he never looked any better, and having him looking so sexy being in a porn movie with the equally sexy Biff Malibu, Tony Tedeschi with long hair, and those others is awesome.

As those male porn stars were sitting down in this strip club, your music began playing and  you arrived to the stage, where you began dancing.

While you danced to your music, much of your clothes began shedding off and you twirled and spun around that pole.

Each of those male porn stars couldn’t keep their eyes off of you and their cocks were growing hard under their pants from you.

Since this was a porn movie, those aforementioned male porn stars unzipped and unbuttoned their pants, where their hands reached down their pants and pulled their cocks and erections out.

With their dicks in one of their hands, all of those listed male porn stars began masturbating to you.

Some of those male porn stars grabbed napkins from their tables to clean up the precum spilling out of their slits.

You had noticed these men jerking off of to you and you didn’t mind it at all.

The camera zoomed in on those male porn star’s hands masturbating their penises.

Some of their hands were slowly masturbating their cocks, others were fapping rather fast.

As more of your clothes kept coming off, some of those male porn stars were even offering and handing you money, to which you stuffed their dollar bills in between the straps of your thong.

There were some sexy male porn stars in the 1980’s you wish could’ve been in this movie like Greg Derek, Jay Serling, and Milton Ingley/Michael Morrison, but Greg and Jay weren’t doing porn in 1995 anymore.

Besides, while Greg, Jay and Michael may be hot, they aren’t really that sexy.

Even though in 1995 the World Wrestling Federation was in its worst year ever and some WWF wrestlers weren’t famous yet and not sexy enough yet, you wished that there were some sexy male wrestlers---regardless of whatever wrestling promotion they’re from---that were sitting in this strip club masturbating to you while they watched you undress.

Those sexy male wrestlers you want to masturbate to you in this strip club are Shawn Michaels in 1996/1997 or the summer of 1998, Triple H at the end of 1997 and beginning of 1998 or during his Hunter Hearst Helmsley and even Jean Paul Levesque days, Jeff Hardy, Christian Cage when he has long hair, Rob Van Dam, Scott Hall/Razor Ramon, Chris Jericho when he has long hair and no facial hair, Leif Cassidy in 1996, Brian Pillman in 1996 or 1997, ECW’s Nova in the late 90’s, and probably many more.

Those male pro wrestlers are arguably hotter and sexier than most of these male porn stars.  

While you would fantasize of those male pro wrestlers in this strip club, Jeff Hardy and Christian Cage weren't wrestling stars in 1995 like they'd be years later.

Not to mention, Jeff Hardy was underage in 1995 and graduated from high school that year, plus Jeff didn't look that good during that year.

You also didn't really watch wrestling in 1995 because it was corny.

However, some of those male porn stars are sexy enough to get lapdances.

You crawled off of the stage and stood in front of Shawn while rolling and gyrating your hips and ass on Shawn’s lap with your back turned in front of him, your hands gripping to the arms of his chair.

You rolled and gyrated your hips until you sat on his lap with your back facing in front of him, where you continued to gyrate and roll your hips and ass on his crotch.

You can feel his erection almost poking into your vagina.

You then rotated your body around and continued sitting in his lap, where you resumed rolled and gyrated your hips on his lap while your chest was pressing on his chest.

As you gave him this lapdance, Shawn gave you some more money, to which you placed it in between your thong straps.

After giving this lapdance to Shawn, you sauntered to Biff and stood in front of him with your back turned in front of him and your hips and ass grinding and gyrating on his lap.

Likewise, you rolled your hips down until you sat on his lap with your back still in front of him, where you continued to gyrate your hips and ass on his lap.

Eventually you turned yourself around and still sat on his lap, where you proceeded to gyrate your hips and ass on Biff’s crotch.  

Shawn and Biff wish they could masturbate while you give them lapdances, even though that’s probably impossible.