Brett's Hercules 16
Brett tips the blue potion into Hercules’ mouth. For a while nothing moves but the lamp. Then the cuts draw shut. The elder calls it a miracle. Brett only watches the rise of the chest, and keeps watching until it is steady. Morning finds the blood gone and the man awake. The desert, the ruin, the Guardian that asked him to die: none of it matters. He is home, and Hercules lives.
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Tuesday morning.
Laundry day.
No gym.
No office.
Nothing dramatic.
Just a quiet hour,
folding clothes
while the machines finish their work.
Some dads are most attractive
when they’re doing absolutely ordinary things. 🐻
Mais um trecho, deste banho de piscina maravilhoso! E aqui vou sempre me soltando cada vez mais e mais safado!
Lógico que alguns vão identificar este local, de um casal de amigos, maravilhosos e em breve vou estar aqui de novo, para grandes momentos, grandes gozadas! Gratidão!
Tuesday morning.
His name is Masashi Takase.
58.
He runs a small metalworking factory in Tokyo,
but he still gets to work before everyone else.
No suit.
No office desk.
Just work clothes,
old tools,
and a man who still prefers to fix things with his own hands. 🐻
I’m always on the prowl on holiday for needy dads - this guy loved having his massive nuts sucked, dripping on me the whole time - he tasted so good - showed his nips a good time too - gave me multiple feedings from those balls, as I hoped he would - horny fucker kept cumming