Monday, June 20, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Colin Steele and Papisongo Tag bttm Butch Bloom
After working out, Kasey Anthony from Bareback That Hole, is all horned up and pumped with testosterone. He cruises beefy stud muffin, Butch Bloom in the locker room. Suddenly Colin Steele walks in on them and the tall, handsome, masculine fucker turns Butch and Kasey into his personal fuck toys. And who could resist when Colin is so much taller and stronger than them? Not that they want to. One look at Colin’s cock and their knees buckle. Colin buries his face in Kasey’s crotch and works the uncut Rican dick with his mouth while Butch gets on hands and knees in order to devour the big man’s big tool. Soon, Kasey and Butch are slobbering all over Colin’s cock. Butch winds up in the middle with Colin and Kasey tag team his mouth and tight raw hole. After a while, Butch rides Colin and Kasey, in turn, bouncing up and down on their cocks like he’s on a pogo stick! Butch’s cock leaks pre-cum, much to Colin’s delight, who uses it as raw lube. The bareback trio swap cock, holes, and spit before Butch gets a good seeding from Colin and another load from Kasey. When he shoots his own load, adding it to the mix, Butch tastes each man’s ball juice and the three huddle in a kiss before heading to the showers.
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Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
William Jefferson Clinton...
As he laid there unconscious underneath the hood of the car that jus hit him. The sound of extreme pain was heard as he disappeared from sight. I stood there in shock. 11 years of his life had flashed through my mind. I cud see people rushing toward me in concern, but i couldn’t hear their sympathic cries...i dragged him from underneath the tire and he was lifeless, his body lymph, his soul no longer visible. The smell of rigamortus, began to linger the air as i grasped him praying he would move or bark. Tears flooded my eyes as i begged for help. My buddy, my best friend, my partner in crime, my soul mate, my reflection was now gone. Each second that passed seemed to be hours as the NYPD squad car descended threw traffic. The sirens blaring, speed was pumping, cars moved out the way as he flew down the West Side Highway. The officer escorted me into the emergency room and yelled for attention. “Emergency, Emergency, please help!” To our astonishment, it was closed for the evening. Our rush continued on as he dashed past the red lights down 5th ave, finally reaching our destination of hope. his body locked in place and remained soul ridden as he lay on the cold metal examing table.
45 minutes of agony, pain, despair and tears, he came prancing threw the swinging doors and rushed into my arms. I quote the veterinarian,” he is one fucking lucky dog”.....we stood tall, strong and proud as we walked home. He was proud to have miraculously survived a horrific accident and me; proud his life was given a second chance...it was by far the best walk we ever had.
I love you Clinton....
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