goonybird
Young boy expert
- Jul 9, 2015
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“ken, ken!” i shrieked as the players marched off the bus and into the arena. daneyko’s gaze met mine, our eyes locking for what seemed to be an eternity. he threw me onto his broad, glistening shoulders and carried me onto the bus, closing the door behind him.
he laid me on a bed of old national geographic magazines, as wave after wave of involuntary ******* rippled through my body. he nuzzled my ******* with his stubbly head. i yearned for more.
again.