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Monday 16 November 2015

Bull Sergeant 27


Sorry I shan't be able to post the next instalment for about 12 days.


1 comment:

  1. yeah mate, flog him, let's see those massive fucking traps of yours running with sweat. You're a master - you want - no you NEED - to have his blood and sweat speckling your pecs, running in rivulets down your arms and belly. Til you've got him slumped and beaten. And you milk a wad out of the bastard, making him give it up, a badge of honour splashed up your midriff and running down your pubes. Like capturing a Roman legion's eagle standard, but more personal, more man to man. You let it dry while you spread his legs wide for a serious belt lesson to his hard, hairy, muscular glutes. This does it. He breaks down and cries. Your hard-on gets uncontrollable. His sphincter is winking wetly at you. You hate doing it, but sod the girlfriend, he's gonna have it

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