Bolin’s first film role had one unforgettable side effect: a nonstop parade of pussy desperate for his legendary dick. That skimpy costume left nothing to the imagination, showcasing every thick muscle of his earthbender physique—a bodybuilder’s frame that screamed raw, dominant power. Now, his days were a blur of hotel rooms and eager fans, all begging for the same thing: to be utterly ruined by him.

The routine was getting stale. These girls would arrive wet and ready, but the moment they saw his monster cock—a solid 35 centimeters long and as thick as a fucking soda can—their confidence shattered. His nuts, heavy as two ripe mangoes, swung low, constantly full and aching to unload. His libido was a relentless beast. If he wasn't burying his dick in some willing hole, his fist was wrapped around his shaft, jacking off near-constantly to take the edge off.

Today’s fan, a brunette named Lina, had a fire in her eyes that caught his attention. She didn’t just giggle; she dropped to her knees the second the door closed, her fingers hooking into his sweatpants. "I've dreamed about swallowing this," she breathed, pulling out his fully hard cock. It slapped against his abs, a meaty, veined pillar of flesh.

She took him deep, gagging instantly but pushing through, her throat working around his swollen head. Bolin groaned, tangling his hands in her hair. Her enthusiasm was a turn-on, but his earthbender stamina was a curse. He needed more than a warm mouth.

Pulling her up, he ripped her dress