“You heard the flamer, asswipe! Get lost! He doesn’t need you anymore. He’s got fifteen real men here lined up to butt-fuck him tonight.” Brian” — J.F. Smith Copy Share Image
“They groaned and Matt commanded, “Do it! Petey, I’ll give you a few extra seconds to find that puny thing of yours.” They all… — J.F. Smith Copy Share Image
“You heard the flamer, asswipe! Get lost! He doesn’t need you anymore. He’s got fifteen real men here lined up to butt-fuck him tonight.”… — J.F. Smith Copy Share Image
“Petey, when I undress you with my eyes, I get blinded by that fluorescent orange crab-trap you call your bush and immediately dress you… — J.F. Smith Copy Share Image
“Matt continued to look at Mope like he had tapped a special bullshit reserve to feed him. “None” — J.F. Smith Copy Share Image
“Is it true that your last name is Goodend? Are you really a gay guy with the last name Goodend? Because if it is,… — J.F. Smith Copy Share Image
