|John Holmes Motherfucker |
Okay, I can do this.
Onion. No, real! No, wait...
The last line.
Logan propped himself up on one elbow and started kissing Scott again, roughly, nipping at his tongue and lips. He slid his other hand between their bodies and grasped his and Scott’s cocks, pressing them together against his palm. Scott cried out, bucking against Logan’s hand and erection.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Logan purred, licking at Scott’s mouth.
Scott couldn’t answer, couldn’t even think straight. All he could feel was Logan’s hot cock rubbing against his, Logan’s hand working them both and a dull roar inside his own body, a coiling, sucking pleasure building low in his groin. Logan’s heavy balls brushed against his, and he felt them draw up tight against his body. God, he was going to come…
“I’m gonna come,” he whispered brokenly against Logan’s mouth.
“Yessss…” Logan hissed, jerking them harder.
Scott stiffened, the dull roar of pleasure building until it was screaming like a jet engine. No, it was him screaming, body wracked with orgasm, spilling hot semen all over his belly and Logan’s hand. Logan’s growls built in volume as he kept moving his hand, and Scott felt another splash of warm wetness over his clenched stomach, all the way up to his chest.
Do you see what happens, Larry?
The picture of the old lady holding the sign shooting cracked me up.
They oppose the National Instant Criminal Background Check System. So really, the only absurdity is that a store would sell a gun during an active spree shooting. In the case of that former LA police officer that is actively engaging in a murderous rampage, he is in fact able to buy a gun and the NRA is defending that.
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