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
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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