Saturday, 5 September 2015
Saturday, 29 August 2015
Orton
bucked and twisted, adrenaline rushing through his veins. He struggled
mightily, straining his bull neck, his muscles bulging at the supreme exertion.
But The Rock now had him pinned again, his own muscles rippling as he humped
the big, tanned, hard, muscle-man's body with the inexorable force of some
hydraulic-powered industrial machine tool. All Orton could do was to grunt in
agony at each violent thrust of his opponent's weapon into his brawny physique
as his tormentor's muscular arms and weight kept him tightly trapped under him.
Motherfuck!! This fuckin' hot
Marine is one hot fuckin' stud! Twenty
five years old, six feet two, three hundred muscle packed pounds, fuckin' fifty
three inch fuckin' chest with great tits, six pack to die for(and fuck,some
fuckers have!), twenty two inch guns
that look like boulders of sheer granite, looking their best when they're
wrapped around some fucker's throat, massive thighs that have crushed men to
death! I took my saber and my
Bowie and made my way to that soon to be gym of death! Fuck! Fuckin' alpha male power! Hail my love of murder and evil! Fuck, the power in killin' another stud,
wasting him with no pity or mercy! Fuck,
that''s what it's all about! Fuckin'
beauty of beautiful men's bodies going to their brutal, violent deaths, and
then on to burning hell!
Taking the motherfucker in my
enormous arms, I bearhugged him as he screamed in agony! Fuck, I could hear his fuckin' ribs breakin'
and snappin' like fuckin' twigs. As
blood gushed out of his mouth, I
heard the CRAAACK! of his fuckin' spine
breakin'!
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