His lower body was no different, even though it was clad in windowpane-style suit pants, the sheer power of his strong legs shone through. “Oh, stop makin’ girly noises, boss.” He chided the obedient bull, still working his fingers in and out of his hole, and rightly so as the poor beast was cooing like a love sick school girl. XXX Built like a tank, wide arms that bulged beneath the rolled up sleeves of his finely starched white dress shirt, which of itself was covered in a tiny bumps in the front, evidence of his hairy chest, a chest like the hogshead on an ancient pirate ship. Stealing isn’t a new thing! This particular one was by Vittorio St. I suppose when you injure your leg in the field, you gotta adapt or




















