If they're not going to fuck for me, then they need to let out that passion somehow, right? Word! If I'm not going to get any torrid onscreen manlove, then the very least I want is to have their still-beating hearts ripped, raw and bloody, from their chests and for them both to be as miserable as fuck for the rest of their entire lives, yet totally unable to walk away from the wreckage of their relationship. I want carnage. I think that's fair and reasonable, no?
but I can also enjoy the chemistry where it happens, such as with that saucy little tart, Alicia, who lit it up with Clark. I would be diven to conclude that he has moulded plastic where his cock should be if she didn't get his motor runnin'
Also, that they fuck in my head ALL THE TIME I know! Seems I can't fall asleep at all these days without them at it like bunnies. Dirty boys.
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Word! If I'm not going to get any torrid onscreen manlove, then the very least I want is to have their still-beating hearts ripped, raw and bloody, from their chests and for them both to be as miserable as fuck for the rest of their entire lives, yet totally unable to walk away from the wreckage of their relationship. I want carnage. I think that's fair and reasonable, no?
but I can also enjoy the chemistry where it happens, such as with that saucy little tart, Alicia, who lit it up with Clark.
I would be diven to conclude that he has moulded plastic where his cock should be if she didn't get his motor runnin'
Also, that they fuck in my head ALL THE TIME
I know! Seems I can't fall asleep at all these days without them at it like bunnies. Dirty boys.