Schimid: You can't touch this, fucktard.
Spooky: You smoke cock everyday fucktard.
Retro: And before Retro Kat knew what Spooky was about, he had taken Retro in his arms, muttering, "There is only one way to deal with such a defiant, managing boy," he pressed a hard kiss on Retro's startled lips. The kiss which began as a warning and punishment, turned slowly into a seductive caress, his hands roaming down Retro's slight form and evoking a response he could not repress. Retro found his arms curling about Spooky's shoulders as a warm glow began spreading throughout Retro's body and causing delightful sensations Retro had felt before in his arms. As his kisses became more demanding and Retro answered them with complete abandon which would later giver him the deepest shame, they were rapidly reaching a point of complete forgetfulness of what had begun so carelessly. But before Retro Kat could surrender his already brutally managed rectum to lack of thought, they were interrupted by Schimid.
The style works, carry on fucktard.
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