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I was so enjoying this and now it just stopped and the link doesn't work

Yes, I regularly serviced few high school classmates.

“Kiffe Plombe” 💦💦 POZ btm for top breeders. Can host in hotel near Gare de l’est from 9-14 July 2025. Thank you for recommendations. Happy to meet other cumdumps too 😛

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Yes💋

Twice now 😵

N8ce guy 💋

I need that so badly 😵

I love a positive true romance.

[think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.yahoo.com/news/trump-stumbles-stairs-air-force-155405631.html?fr=sycsrp_catchall Trump (also) falling upstairs.

Excellent new chapter! I like where you are advancing this story and introducing for us the culprits responsible for creating this new bio weapon. At least, that’s what it appears like to me.

Well, that’s one good one, I hope this lucky guy in the sling, gets to meet every man his new Master knows. Even after the floor is slippery with excess cum, he won’t feel like he’s gotten enough.

[think before following links] https://thisvid.com/embed/9951599/

Someone mentioned giving Joss's Killer a pardon. Biden has pardoned people who are and aren't guilty of anything. Biden's autopen was used to sign controversial preemptive pardons for people, including Dr. Anthony Fauci, Gen. Mark Milley, Sen. Adam Schiff (D-CA), and Biden family members, as well as 37 of 40 commutations granted to death row inmates, including some convicted of killing children and police officers. Notably, the former president used a real pen for the pardon of his son, Hunter Biden, which protects him from prosecution for possible crimes for an 11-year period. So the statute of limitations runs out. [think before following links] https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/politics/biden-autopen-use-in-dc-was-more-widespread-than-previously-known/ar-AA1GqOPz

Bicep. Because it's out of the way. Side effect: I've had quite a few guys comment on the size of my biceps and squeeze them when I have the key there.

A great story in the making so please publish more chapters

I don't think that poz tops need to tell bottoms anything. It's up to the bottom to protect themselves if they don't want to be pozzed. We are grown ups and each of us is responsible for our actions. You know the risk if you go bareback and you're not on PrEP. You can't expect a poz top to walk around saying I'm poz. For years I was on PrEP until it became a fetish of mine to have unprotected sex.

16- On the hunt / Alert Connor had woken up late the day after his Gym adventure remembering strange nightmares of humanoid creatures chasing him though a black oily swamp thick with fog, before they dragged him into that oily corruption. he had put it down to a cold or flu coming on he had the normal symptoms brain fog, his muscles had ached and he had sweat through his sheets but he had also been relentlessly horny for some reason, so he did what anyone would do in his situation … he had called in sick and spent the rest of his day flicking between being so horny he couldn’t take it playing with his hole and edging himself while he looked as hook up apps, to feeling shit about himself and ill, doom scrolling his socials trying to feel better. But he couldn’t focus because through it all his mind kept wondering to his hook up at the gym and each time his phone buzzed with a notification his heart would skip a beat hoping it was Gray only to be disappointed when it’s just some time waster just wanting pics. It was close to Dusk when he finally broke the cycle and crawled out of bed, not even bothering to shower and throwing on last night’s cloths that still smelled of sex and sweat before heading out into the world, he found himself walking to the gym as if pulled there by some strange instinct, walking throw the generic franchise space hoping almost needing to see Gray, to submit to him again but the disappointment of him not being there almost like a physical blow. He couldn’t understand what was happening to him as he walked into the cool night air sickness forgotten now just needing to find a fuck, any fuck he had never felt like this before it was like his skin was on fire needing to be touched to feel a dick in his hole. Pulling out his phone Connor quickly brought up a cruising app he barely used and looked for local locations, The ginger man scanned the local entries until a truck stop bathroom further into the factory district caught his eye less than 2 miles away and looked pretty active. He headed off into the night to find some dick to stop his cravings. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Creator moved though the night like a ghost following Gray’s sent trail it knew it had to be discreet, that soon it would be hunted if it wasn’t already, so it and its creations Nick and Nate took back alleys and off roads creeping nearer to their quarry. It took around forty minutes to catch up to the scents source. not to say this whole time had been spent hunting this quarry. The creators DNA demanded to be spread far and wide and a few opportunities to do so had wandered into there path. The first has been a homeless guy old, weathered and dishevelled searching a dumpster in a back ally. caught completely unaware of their presence he had not even time to shout in alarm as he was pulled from foul container and the three descended on him, cloths ripped off exposing his dirty pale skin. He would have protested at his only cloths being destroyed but he was already choking on Nates massive cock unable to say anything as the shadowy creature looming over him fucked his mouth while he struggled to breath the ally around them now pulsing with toxic green light. Nick held the old mans kicking legs while he licked and sucked their hardening dick, allowing the creator access to his hole. The initial thrust was brutal and took a moment for the old man to register what had happened, he tried to scream but quickly passed out from the onslaught of the jack hammer fuck the creator applied. a quick efficient depositing of toxic DNA it doubted much would come of this one but it still deserved to be perfected. The whole ordeal took only two minutes from initial surprise to flooding his intestines and mouth with toxic cum … they left him writhing in a pool of the corrupt black venom leaking from his destroyed ass. The second had been them stumbling across a young brunette Twink while they blew their customer an older man with a paunch and a bad blond toupee, in an abandoned buildings rear parking lot. The Twink was on his knees by the side of a car distracted by the dick in their mouth, the older mans head thrown back moaning eyes closed. They were easy to approach unnoticed, any sound they made masque by the man’s moaning and the faint music coming from the cars open door. Within only a few short seconds were both pushed against the cars body, with corrupted cocks deep inside their holes. They had both screamed at the savage entry, but the Twink adapted to the change quickly, moaning and thrusting back into his own destruction, the creator and smiled as it unloaded a torrent of poison into the young man’s insides. knowing he would take the DNA well sensing he was already carrying a lesser strain of its perfected corruption, it had no way of knowing what this would do but it knew it would be interesting. Both men were left slumped in the car change taking them as the pack moved away, the creator spared another look and a feral snarl of satisfaction back at the smaller man the transformation ripping through him much faster than any of his other creations. That had been fifteen minutes prior, the creator knew the young one would now be up and hunting, and by the end of the night it knew many more would be brought under its sway. It could sense them all around it few now but quickly multiplying, toxic beacons flickering into existence as their humanity burned away. It stopped focusing on the growing numbers of its species and looked across a large dirt lot full of motorbikes and trucks, at a young muscular man in gym gear who bore the scent of the one who had escaped from it. the Creator parsed the scent billowing from the overheated man and smiled as it smelled its own corruption wafting from the man weak so, so weak but there all the same. Unaware he was being watched from the darkness Connor nervously walked into a squat brutalist building that reeked of stale piss, cum and sex. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The data retrieval analyst gulped as he walking into the dark office of his superior clutching black tablet like it was a shield that could ward off the wraith man he had to see, who was currently leaning back in an expensive chair polished shoes on his desk, the only scant illumination in the room a faintly glowing monitor and the lit cigarette between his lips. he went to speak stuttering over his words as the shadowy man’s eye’s locked on to his “s..s..sir we have some concerning reports and… and alerts coming from um emergency services around the uh ..Gentech buildings area sir” a long few seconds passed but felt to him like an eternity, as his superior draw on the cigarette making it the ember at the end glow dazzling bright in the dark room, before it dulled and was pulled away a cloud of smoke blowen into the crisp airconditioned room, a languid southern drawl dripped from their lips the normally warm tones somehow icy cold “what kind of lerts we talkin bout?” The analyst turned the tablet around and pressed play, various clips of calls to police ambulance and fire service echoed in the quite room, talk of strange grey men or creatures attacking people and medical emergencies …. until a southern voice said “enough” “I was told that buildin were locked up good ‘n’ tight … so I hope you aint tellin me some of our experiments have gone a wonderin ” “that would be the conclusion that I would come to sir but its um …worse than that …” the analyst fell silent at the look of rage facing him “how much worse we talkin?” “um first responders have gone missing sir and um so …there has also been a major incident at the local hospital involving an unknown pathogen” The southern man let out a steam of curses as he stood and loomed over his polished glass desk crushing his cigarette into it before pushing a hidden button for an intercom “Vince get me the damn board on the line we have an issue” he looked up at the analyst with steel cold eyes “you fur fucksake boy stop shaking an get me all that info now!, continue data gathering protocols 'n' try get me a perimeter of the affected area” The analyst ran from the dark off as his boss continued to curse and shout behind him. It was going to be a long night....

A dick in my ass is about him getting off inside me. It's a hook up or gling A fist in my ass is about the sport, skill and exploration of muscle control, inner peace andd verbal/non verbal connection. It's like a hobby

⬇️ And ⬇️ And also ⬇️ ... Yep. Totally preoccupied with what is and not what could be.

I think that we need to focus on the current administration not so much the past. It seems to me that calling for an investigation into Biden's mental capacity is yet another smoke and mirrors drama from the master of smoke and mirrors, the king of red herrings. Perhaps justified, but not now. We have more pressing issues on our plate. I am baffled by the metrics being used to determine the current administration as successful. He came in without even "concepts of a plan" except to fleece the American people and to leave no money on the table this term. Oh, let's not forget revenge. On those metrics, he is a stellar president. O.n the metrics that matter to all of us, those things that affect our everyday lives, he is a disaster. An absolute nightmare who couldn't survive objective scrutiny of his mental capacity or his obvious and plentiful personality disorders.