Wednesday, January 6, 2010

KODI CRUZ







1 comment:

Bystander said...

The final portrait gives us the spectacle of an assmale of phenomenal assly worthiness, irresistible as a hero to his kind as well as a trophy or hood ornament for one's cock. Both frames of reference, I think, concur in clamouring to feast in this ass. Here the great flowering of the fuckbody draws the mouth ineluctably to its core, as if all this panoply radiates from the richness and power of anus, itself. It is there, of course, where penis is instructed in the lusciousness of its habitat, and the ferocity of its famine for the flesh of mortal dick. Far from daunted, penis aches to accept its summons, even as the mouth resists displacement almost as vociferously. But such is the logic of the male, that the great fusion must now follow from fellatings in the hollow of love's ass, the whole of penis pledging to pursue its precious dredging with each pass. Mm, beloved ass -- eat us once, eat us twice, dance exub'rant on our splice.