[Badou would have laughed at the sheer jolting dick connection that wired Norrington's memories back together if he wasn't a fucking worse wreck laying on his back on the ground after the initial fisting. If this is how Loki felt at the end of the Avengers then personally Badou understands why his teats are so cold over his daddy issues. All throughout the passionate and sexy beating Badou flashed back to Neo's gallant struggle and Trinity's angular man-like face, how they triumphed over Hugo Weaving. If they could do that then he could triumph over some drunk ass friend thirsting weepily after titties. Without dying at the end of the fourth goddamn movie. He wipes his bloody mouth with the back of his hand, his hot bod aching all the fuck over, and manages a gurgle of laughter he hardly feels in the feels.]
Yeah? You sure bout that, cocknose? Cause if you wanna roll around with your balls against my ass you'll wanna see the WWE league on assignin' a pair of tights. I suggest neon green ones that'll bring out your....mast. [Grunting and huffing and bitching about shitting in dicks, Badou sits up and leans on one elbow whilst reaching over to snatch Dickington's stolen cigarette. The firedick warrior takes a drag and gives the other man his patented bitch face, though it had a wearier tint to it. He's pretty accepting of his IOU on the rest of that asskicking, and now he's...not content. Hardly (.........) satisfied. But ok.]
Getcher own or deal with shotgunning, dickhole. How bout a beer too while you're at it, dear~? [Have an asshole smirk]
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(yeah cause you've got the pissing and crying part of Reese down ;)) YOU GOT THIS
28/3/13 05:48 (UTC)All throughout the passionate and sexy beating Badou flashed back to Neo's gallant struggle and Trinity's angular man-like face, how they triumphed over Hugo Weaving. If they could do that then he could triumph over some drunk ass friend thirsting weepily after titties. Without dying at the end of the fourth goddamn movie.
He wipes his bloody mouth with the back of his hand, his hot bod aching all the fuck over, and manages a gurgle of laughter he hardly feels in the feels.]
Yeah? You sure bout that, cocknose? Cause if you wanna roll around with your balls against my ass you'll wanna see the WWE league on assignin' a pair of tights. I suggest neon green ones that'll bring out your....mast. [Grunting and huffing and bitching about shitting in dicks, Badou sits up and leans on one elbow whilst reaching over to snatch Dickington's stolen cigarette. The firedick warrior takes a drag and gives the other man his patented bitch face, though it had a wearier tint to it. He's pretty accepting of his IOU on the rest of that asskicking, and now he's...not content. Hardly (.........) satisfied. But ok.]
Getcher own or deal with shotgunning, dickhole. How bout a beer too while you're at it, dear~? [Have an asshole smirk]