There’s a party downstairs, but you and bro have snuck off to the bedroom for a bit of R&R before you get back to it. Can’t be too long, though. Your girlfriends might start asking awkward questions. Again.
Bone down on bros, huhu
Tag: black
“Bros, three way make-out session, now! Whoever chubs up, loses.”
“Bro! Yes!”
Not a winner in sight.
The lions’ prey kneels before them – a wife and husband, white as sin – and they bask in their black superiority. The prey wants them so bad, which suits the lions just fine. The prey forms part of their game; white pussy is something to be toyed with. Something to measure their superior masculinity against. Liberius are kings; everyone must kneel.
Hear the lion’s roar
Show your pack spirit
I love my kissing bros. Not all of the men I service wanna kiss me. For many men – the closeted, defensive ones – it’s a step too far. And it’s a shame, cause I know the power of a slow, intimate make-out session. The comfort, fun and joy it can bring. So I’m deeply appreciative of the men who do wanna kiss. Yeah, one way or another, I’ll be on my knees soon enough, but the thirty minutes of tonguing foreplay makes all the difference to me, and I know to him too. I know for a fact he doesn’t do this shit with his pregnant girlfriend anymore.
A good boi would follow this link
Started as gay chicken, then just gay kissing, then suddenly “oh shit we’re doing this okay”.
Bone up on bros here