turienzo's lovechild
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- Oct 25, 2003
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i'd love to oil up and have a good old WRESTLE
just writhe around naked, GRAPPLING
just writhe around naked, GRAPPLING
I think that everybody should wear those bald head wig things at home to stockport instead-would look great!!
Personally I would ban any changes in avatars. Being a very lazy person I only look at the picture to see who the poster is and get very confused when someone chnages theres to someone elses. Am I alone?
Russell looked at Lloyd. Lloyd looked at Russell. You could cut the tension with a knife. They both knew what was coming. But they didn't know when or even why. It was all about passion; raw animal instinct. Russell wanted Lloyd and Lloyd wanted Russell. A deserted changing room was the scene. Mud, blood and sweat covered the floor but the boys didn't mind - they had eyes only for each other. Russell put his hands around Lloyd's hips and whispered softly in his ear. "It's time," he said. "Follow me." He led Lloyd to his office. A small yet beautiful room. A sculpture of Tina Turner adorned one side, a Van Gogh painting hung proudly on the opposite wall. Russell, radiating confidence, unzipped his trousers and removed his belt. Playfully he pulled Lloyd closer to him with it. Lloyd let out a nervous laugh. Then with one movement, Russell had bent Lloyd over his desk and was tugging at his shirt. Lloyd gave in. "In me. NOW" he shouted. But Russell was a teaser. He wasn't going to give Lloyd what he wanted unless he worked for it. Lloyd's black buttocks were visible now, the early morning rays of sunshine reflecting on them. Russel ran his hands over them. Then he ran his cock over them. Then his lips. Russell was hard now. As hard as nails and fighting to control his urges. Lloyd was begging. "Martin Allen never kept me waiting this long," he cried. "Ok," said Russell. "I'll give you what you want. But there is a condition. I want you to shit in my mouth." Lloyd nodded and Russell entered. First slowly, then faster and faster until the desk was moving and Lloyd was struggling to hold on. Lloyd's ample passage was a constant relief for Russell, and he emptied his contents into him. Both let out a simultaneous sigh of relief. Then Russel lay down on the authentic Indonesian snake skin carpet that swept across the floor. Lloyd knew his job. He'd been in this position before, on a pre-season tour of Luxembourg with Slough when a young Egil Olsen had been his boss. He didn't have to try hard in order to force one out. His black love concoction poured over Russell's elated face. Then, there was a knock on the door.........
Imagine running your hands over all of him and hearing him squeal. Imagine him shooting his load in your eyes so you can't see but you don't mind because you can still feel. Imagine his thighs wrapped around your head so tight you think you're about to choke.
......He has got us into a position that I didn't think was possible.......