Sunday, December 20, 2009

Go Ahead - Stuff Your Face This Christmas!























5 comments:

  1. Now that's my kind of pigging out!

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  2. Interested ProspectJanuary 5, 2010 at 11:33 AM

    Very few men, I think, when they venture out for an evening, have a clear anticipation of being invited to cantilever their ass from a pinball machine and waft their blonded dazzleslot of moanfeast to the prostrated delectation of a crewcut prince of rim, doing handstands on one's parted fuckmolds. Merely to recite the elements of the circumstance is is to strike one's fancy unreservedly, of course, assuming favourable facts on the ground. This gallery was a stimulating posting, full of wonderful encouragements to heed the advice of its title, but even a fellow of some imagination would have to be grateful for this particular brainstorm. Now, languishing here on the superheated screen of so many hopeful trajectories of shot -- aided by the most lascivious body language of hips and slapping palms a male could conceivably inflict upon a seemingly inanimate machine -- it isn't too much to wonder at one's fortune in the din of this establishment, at the silent lappings of elating lingual leverage, as poach one's gourds of godgunk in their simmering aspic, their spout less easy in its loll athwart the parapet of fuck. How did these feet of mine take flight to sway as semaphores of satisfaction's suavest succour, I can't say. It just seemed like a totally nifty idea at the time.

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  3. Interested ProspectJanuary 6, 2010 at 2:02 AM

    The Cazzo malefeast portrays the limits of a pessimistic Prince Albert radius as the lap of laving love inflicts inflation by dilation of the glove. Now the whole of penis' prandial pith is tethered tauter to the taper in its flare; as licks the gladdened gaper, less than painfully aware, the precious treat incurs a pleat against the bulging of its meat, a swollen captive of inactive metal's seat. But, penislike, it glows with every nuance that bestows its praise; a thumb becomes the brace to so extrapolate its mace as to extract the direst purple where it sways. Was this a negligent contusion or an excess of confusion as it offers male fusion where it preys; or a simple aggravation of the part whose indignation is intended for displays? In any case, a world of grace was summoned to constricted space, as if in allegory of its art, a plushening made a blushening blade to suffer fools who play the scabbard's part.

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  4. Some wonderful consummations of the palate's destinations, here. But I have to say that the blond Higgins head hovering over the coral Higgins anus - luscious Higgins cock already in clasp - makes a gorgeous case for sparing nothing in the casting department, when the fuckhole is to be feasted for its sumptuous suckling foil. But how diaphanous the slot's shaded perimeter seems in yielding to the licking tug, how powerfully the hug concentrates the craving in the form that confers it: the subtle tricep torsion in the rotation of the dickclasp, the habitual bicep bulge in the application of the praise, and the whole superstructure of the taut trapezius and neck, the hug is that of resourceful anus, prefigured in its supplicant, the whole male concession mirrored in male confession to its core. Higgins is a great melder of male attributes because he understands their corollaries, almost peerlessly.

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