Thursday, June 12, 2008

Summer Fun










1 comment:

Anonymous said...

It's not paradoxical, after disporting ourselves in the "opening" Titan spitroast and feasting upon Cuba Jones' luscious peniswealth, moving on to a Treasure Island dome of sumptuous succulence and lapping the swaddling sheath of swaying cock before indulging the Titan downsuck of our dreams, to positively lose it -- just bursting penisjunk all over the room -- with Brodie's glistening coral tapestry of purest penis lusciousness.

It's the tongue, of course, licking the coral feastlips under the duress of brilliant teeth, as if the leading edge of his glowing notch would slice the craving lap, and spill the flood of fuckspew we'd been served along the way. What a pretty, pretty feast he is!