“She’s fucking married to Bruce Lee?” Cillian groaned, slamming his glass of whiskey on the table. The pub was dimly lit, the kind of place where secrets simmered and egos bruised. Tom Hardy, leaning back in his chair, smirked but the frustration in his eyes betrayed him. “You heard the rumors, mate. Married. And not just married—she’s screaming his name every night in Hong Kong while we’re stuck here in fucking London.”Paul Anderson, always the quiet one, clenched his jaw. “You think he’s really that good? Bruce fucking Lee? I mean, come on. What does he have that we don’t?”Cillian chuckled, a hollow sound. “Well, for starters, he’s got her. And from what I’ve heard, he’s got a fucking dragon between his legs.”The three of them fell silent, the image of Kaley moaning beneath Bruce Lee’s athletic frame burning in their minds. It was maddening. They’d all had their shot with her—Tom with his rugged charm, Cillian with his piercing blue eyes, and Paul with his brooding intensity. But none of them had managed to keep her. And now she was halfway across the world, married to a man who could probably kill them with his pinky finger.---Meanwhile, in Hong Kong, Kaley was indeed moaning—loud and unrestrained—as Bruce Lee’s thick Cantonese cock stretched her open. Her back arched off the bed, her fingers clawing at the sheets as he thrust into her with the precision of a martial artist. Hard. Deep. Unrelenting.“Fuck, Bruce,” she whimpered, her voice trembling. “You’re gonna make me come already. It’s so fucking deep.”Bruce grunted, his muscles flexing as he gripped her hips and pulled her down harder onto him. “You’re still so tight, Kaley. Fuck. You take me so fucking good.”She could feel every inch of him, every ridge, every pulse. It was like he was made for her, like his cock was custom-designed to hit every spot inside her that made her scream. Her legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place as he pounded into her with a rhythm that left her breathless.“Tell me how it feels,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding. “Tell me how my fucking cock feels inside you.”Kaley’s head fell back, her blonde hair spilling across the pillow. “It’s so fucking thick, Bruce. I can feel you everywhere. Fuck. I can’t even think when you’re inside me like this.”He smirked, his dark eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Good. That’s exactly where I want you—completely fucking ruined for anyone else.”And he wasn’t wrong. Every thrust sent shockwaves through her body, every grunt from his lips made her clench around him even tighter. She was lost in him, consumed by the heat of his body and the relentless pressure of his cock.Back in London, the three actors were nursing their bruised egos and their hard-ons. They couldn’t stop imagining it—Kaley’s perfect body writhing beneath Bruce’s, her mouth open in a silent scream as he fucked her senseless. It was a fucking nightmare.“We need to do something,” Cillian said finally, his voice tight with frustration. “We can’t just sit here while he fucks her brains out every night.”Tom raised an eyebrow. “And what exactly are you suggesting? Challenge him to a fucking kung fu duel?”Paul snorted. “I’d like to see you try. He’d have you on the ground before you even threw the first punch.”Cillian’s jaw tightened. “Maybe we don’t need to fight him. Maybe we just need to remind Kaley what she’s missing. Show her that we’re every bit as good as he is.”Tom leaned forward, a dangerous glint in his eye. “And how do you propose we do that? She’s in Hong Kong, mate. We’re here.”Cillian smirked, a plan forming in his mind. “Then maybe it’s time we took a trip. Let’s see how well Bruce fucking Lee fucks when we’re in the same room.”The idea was reckless, insane even. But the thought of watching Bruce Lee fuck Kaley—of seeing it up close, seeing her lose herself in him—was too much to resist. They were cocky, arrogant, and stupid enough to think they could handle it. But Bruce Lee wasn’t just a man. He was a fucking legend. And Kaley was his. Back in Hong Kong, Bruce was proving exactly that. He flipped Kaley onto her stomach, pulling her hips up and slamming into her from behind. Her ass jiggled with every thrust, her moans muffled by the pillow. “Fuck, Bruce!” she screamed, her voice breaking. “You’re gonna make me come again. I can’t fucking take it!”He leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. “You’ll take it, Kaley. You’ll take every fucking inch of me because you’re mine. Say it.”“I’m yours,” she gasped, her body trembling as he hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. “Fuck, I’m yours, Bruce. Only yours.”He growled, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. “And don’t you fucking forget it.”

In a dim London pub, Cillian, Tom, and Paul bemoan their loss of Kaley to Bruce Lee, imagining her intense encounters with him in Hong Kong. Bruce, meanwhile, is fucking Kaley vigorously, leaving her breathless and claiming her as his. The three actors in London hatch a reckless plan to travel to Hong Kong to confront Bruce and remind Kaley of what they have to offer.

“She’s fucking *married* to Bruce Lee?” Cillian groaned, slamming his glass of whiskey on the table. The pub was dimly lit, the kind of place where secrets simmered and egos bruised. 

Tom Hardy, leaning back in his chair, smirked but the frustration in his eyes betrayed him. “You heard the rumors, mate. _Married_. And not just married—she’s screaming his name every night in Hong Kong while we’re stuck here in fucking London.”

Paul Anderson, always the quiet one, clenched his jaw. “You think he’s really that good? Bruce fucking Lee? I mean, come on. _What_ does he have that we don’t?”

Cillian chuckled, a hollow sound. “Well, for starters, he’s got _her_. And from what I’ve heard, he’s got a fucking dragon between his legs.”

The three of them fell silent, the image of Kaley moaning beneath Bruce Lee’s athletic frame burning in their minds. It was maddening. They’d all had their shot with her—Tom with his rugged charm, Cillian with his piercing blue eyes, and Paul with his brooding intensity. But none of them had managed to keep her. And now she was halfway across the world, married to a man who could probably kill them with his pinky finger.

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Meanwhile, in Hong Kong, Kaley was indeed moaning—loud and unrestrained—as Bruce Lee’s thick Cantonese cock stretched her open. Her back arched off the bed, her fingers clawing at the sheets as he thrust into her with the precision of a martial artist. _Hard. Deep. Unrelenting._

“_Fuck_, Bruce,” she whimpered, her voice trembling. “You’re gonna make me come already. It’s so fucking deep.”

Bruce grunted, his muscles flexing as he gripped her hips and pulled her down harder onto him. “You’re still so tight, Kaley. _Fuck_. You take me so fucking good.”

She could feel every inch of him, every ridge, every pulse. It was like he was made for her, like his cock was custom-designed to hit every spot inside her that made her scream. Her legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place as he pounded into her with a rhythm that left her breathless.

“Tell me how it feels,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding. “Tell me how my fucking cock feels inside you.”

Kaley’s head fell back, her blonde hair spilling across the pillow. “It’s so fucking thick, Bruce. I can feel you everywhere. _Fuck_. I can’t even think when you’re inside me like this.”

He smirked, his dark eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Good. That’s exactly where I want you—completely fucking ruined for anyone else.”

And he wasn’t wrong. Every thrust sent shockwaves through her body, every grunt from his lips made her clench around him even tighter. She was lost in him, consumed by the heat of his body and the relentless pressure of his cock.

Back in London, the three actors were nursing their bruised egos and their hard-ons. They couldn’t stop imagining it—Kaley’s perfect body writhing beneath Bruce’s, her mouth open in a silent scream as he fucked her senseless. It was a fucking nightmare.

“We need to do something,” Cillian said finally, his voice tight with frustration. “We can’t just sit here while he fucks her brains out every night.”

Tom raised an eyebrow. “And what exactly are you suggesting? Challenge him to a fucking kung fu duel?”

Paul snorted. “I’d like to see you try. He’d have you on the ground before you even threw the first punch.”

Cillian’s jaw tightened. “Maybe we don’t need to fight him. Maybe we just need to remind Kaley what she’s missing. Show her that we’re every bit as good as he is.”

Tom leaned forward, a dangerous glint in his eye. “And how do you propose we do that? She’s in Hong Kong, mate. We’re here.”

Cillian smirked, a plan forming in his mind. “Then maybe it’s time we took a trip. Let’s see how well Bruce fucking Lee fucks when we’re in the same room.”

The idea was reckless, insane even. But the thought of watching Bruce Lee fuck Kaley—of seeing it up close, seeing her lose herself in him—was too much to resist. They were cocky, arrogant, and stupid enough to think they could handle it. 

But Bruce Lee wasn’t just a man. He was a fucking legend. And Kaley was his. 

Back in Hong Kong, Bruce was proving exactly that. He flipped Kaley onto her stomach, pulling her hips up and slamming into her from behind. Her ass jiggled with every thrust, her moans muffled by the pillow. 

“_Fuck_, Bruce!” she screamed, her voice breaking. “You’re gonna make me come again. I can’t fucking take it!”

He leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. “You’ll take it, Kaley. You’ll take every fucking inch of me because you’re mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she gasped, her body trembling as he hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. “_Fuck_, I’m yours, Bruce. Only yours.”

He growled, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. “And don’t you fucking forget it.”

In 1970s London, three jealous actors—Cillian, Tom Hardy, and Paul Anderson—struggle with the knowledge that their former love interest, Kaley, is now married to Bruce Lee and living in Hong Kong.

The actors are driven mad by the thought of Bruce Lee's sexual prowess, imagining Kaley's ecstasy as she is taken by his powerful body.

Their jealousy and frustration boil over as they plot a reckless trip to Hong Kong to confront Bruce Lee, hoping to remind Kaley of what she's missing.

Meanwhile, Bruce Lee dominates Kaley in bed, proving his dominance and skill as a lover, leaving her breathless and completely satisfied.

Cocky Brits Conquered by Bruce Lee's Fucking Dragon

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