it's not just the size but the hang, the swing, the way the guy carries them. He's always ready to spread his thighs - his slumped position is typical. The young thug went home and wanked off on his encounter, still feeling the cop's ballsac on his knee. He fantasises about being shackled to a rusty bedstead, face up, getting punched up by the good-looking cop. Then the cop straddles him, unzips, and hangs his big swinging nuts over the thug's bloodied face. He roughly forces his cap onto the lad's short blond crewcut and says `Kiss em`. Wearing the policeman's chequerband cap the young guy kisses them, the bollocks of a hated cop, the ultimate badge of masculine authority, and he shoots
it's not just the size but the hang, the swing, the way the guy carries them. He's always ready to spread his thighs - his slumped position is typical. The young thug went home and wanked off on his encounter, still feeling the cop's ballsac on his knee. He fantasises about being shackled to a rusty bedstead, face up, getting punched up by the good-looking cop. Then the cop straddles him, unzips, and hangs his big swinging nuts over the thug's bloodied face. He roughly forces his cap onto the lad's short blond crewcut and says `Kiss em`. Wearing the policeman's chequerband cap the young guy kisses them, the bollocks of a hated cop, the ultimate badge of masculine authority, and he shoots
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