Of the many truths portrayed in this gallery, the anusfeeder's facial expression as he is being eaten, and that of top's penis in the frame following, are especially well captured. In the first frame, we simply don't know if the adoring anusfeaster can get past his obvious adulation, far enough to do justice to his task; and this registers nicely in his host's face. In the next frame, plainly penis is completely besotted with this bottom, and extends itself all it can to reach his soul with that confession; and we shall have to wait and see if it can. This is a tall order, bottom is unimaginably lovely, but as we can see, hopeful of receiving cock's message.
But again, the portraitists at Fratmen score a coup, and this time with their delineation of love's vivid urethra, rising via its luscious vault of balls, embedded atop the aqueduct of gorgeously framing cock, so that we can really appreciate how Nature has framed the device with devotion to its purpose, of making the infusion of fuck the most unconditionally marvelous thing on the planet - crafting all of this wonderful elaboration of radiantly sculpted flesh, to carry this vessel to nourish us in our fuckpit or our throat, with the distillation of its memorably astounding loveliness. It's now simply a matter of lining up, and hopping on. Thus, within the lolling arc of penis, pouring from the 2nd to last tummy, we know the same qualities are vested there, and offer fondly to elicit them with gladdening suck, sumptuousness of penisflesh canceling none of our rapport with its beloved function. :)
Can this be true? 300 Galleries of portraits on the theme and practice of male loveliness, and not so much as a boast to baste this salient cockpost with celebratory lube? O turgid and enflamed must cock now be, to slake its frenzied fuckflesh with the slightest adumbration of the balsam of our viewing suck, its anus parched to seal the press of praising tongue. Three hundred gathered hornings of love's cock t'endure a rocklike state of grace, and not a single mention of the ardour of this pace? But such is the mercy of penis, to be sure, to elevate the spirit even higher than its crown, the 7th frame here flaming with the fact of its renown. Let there be rollings, then, of cock's own slop to soothe that strop of strain, in treasuring's sweet measurings of fuck's beloved refrain.
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Of the many truths portrayed in this gallery, the anusfeeder's facial expression as he is being eaten, and that of top's penis in the frame following, are especially well captured. In the first frame, we simply don't know if the adoring anusfeaster can get past his obvious adulation, far enough to do justice to his task; and this registers nicely in his host's face. In the next frame, plainly penis is completely besotted with this bottom, and extends itself all it can to reach his soul with that confession; and we shall have to wait and see if it can. This is a tall order, bottom is unimaginably lovely, but as we can see, hopeful of receiving cock's message.
But again, the portraitists at Fratmen score a coup, and this time with their delineation of love's vivid urethra, rising via its luscious vault of balls, embedded atop the aqueduct of gorgeously framing cock, so that we can really appreciate how Nature has framed the device with devotion to its purpose, of making the infusion of fuck the most unconditionally marvelous thing on the planet - crafting all of this wonderful elaboration of radiantly sculpted flesh, to carry this vessel to nourish us in our fuckpit or our throat, with the distillation of its memorably astounding loveliness. It's now simply a matter of lining up, and hopping on. Thus, within the lolling arc of penis, pouring from the 2nd to last tummy, we know the same qualities are vested there, and offer fondly to elicit them with gladdening suck, sumptuousness of penisflesh canceling none of our rapport with its beloved function. :)
Can this be true? 300 Galleries of portraits on the theme and practice of male loveliness, and not so much as a boast to baste this salient cockpost with celebratory lube? O turgid and enflamed must cock now be, to slake its frenzied fuckflesh with the slightest adumbration of the balsam of our viewing suck, its anus parched to seal the press of praising tongue. Three hundred gathered hornings of love's cock t'endure a rocklike state of grace, and not a single mention of the ardour of this pace? But such is the mercy of penis, to be sure, to elevate the spirit even higher than its crown, the 7th frame here flaming with the fact of its renown. Let there be rollings, then, of cock's own slop to soothe that strop of strain, in treasuring's sweet measurings of fuck's beloved refrain.
Thank you... I will be sure to baste my 500th post in celebratory lube :) xo
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