


The food was excellent, the second drink better than the first. Seamus had woken up too, and made them coffee and protein powder pancakes. You know, put your hands on the bed. Then he let the shirt fall. Joey tried to make the moment last as long as possible. I figure what worked then will work now, so I nod.


See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

My butt twitches with anticipation as I feel the girth and the demarcation between the shaft and the head.



He flexed for Joey, showing off the cannonballs in his arms, and then he made his pecs bounce. I missed re-posting this after the great purge of December 17th, but here it is now. The bartender was in his late thirties, handsome, in a Western vest.




muy bueno
what?! when?!?!?!,
where's the uncensored version?