The Return of an old OTP
Happy Birthday, uisgich! It's been 29 great years!!!! :D
Beregond was completing the birthday treat, the point of his tongue sticking out as he concentrated intently.
Normally, Russell liked the way his Man of Gondor lost track of his tongue, but he was starting to get irritated.
As said tongue was well beyond his reach at the moment.
Beregond continued to dabble with the icing.
"I don't know why we're even bothering. It's not like she's even noticed us in months. Years, even!"
"Hush," Beregond replied calmly.
He finally had the icing just like he wanted it. It now formed a perfect cap on Russell's leaking hard-as-a-rock, how-could-you-stop-the-blow-job-right-THEN erection.
Beregond stuck a candle in the icing.
Then he dropped quick dollops on Russell's chest.
And put candles in those, too.
Russell was starting to feel alarmed. It was gonna be a while before he let certain people tie him up to "attend" to his "member." That was for sure.
"Uh," he managed to say, as Beregond lit the match.
Happy Birthday! Blow out your candles before they burn down too low!
Rescue is totally up to you.
And sorry I'm early. But I can never manage to post anything on the weekend.
Aaannnnnd...
The traditional singing of the Birthday Dirge!
Happy birthday.
Happy birthday.
World of sorrow and despair.
People dying everywhere.
Happy birthday.
Special hugs to CJ, too. Just cause.
Beregond was completing the birthday treat, the point of his tongue sticking out as he concentrated intently.
Normally, Russell liked the way his Man of Gondor lost track of his tongue, but he was starting to get irritated.
As said tongue was well beyond his reach at the moment.
Beregond continued to dabble with the icing.
"I don't know why we're even bothering. It's not like she's even noticed us in months. Years, even!"
"Hush," Beregond replied calmly.
He finally had the icing just like he wanted it. It now formed a perfect cap on Russell's leaking hard-as-a-rock, how-could-you-stop-the-blow-job-right-THEN erection.
Beregond stuck a candle in the icing.
Then he dropped quick dollops on Russell's chest.
And put candles in those, too.
Russell was starting to feel alarmed. It was gonna be a while before he let certain people tie him up to "attend" to his "member." That was for sure.
"Uh," he managed to say, as Beregond lit the match.
Happy Birthday! Blow out your candles before they burn down too low!
Rescue is totally up to you.
And sorry I'm early. But I can never manage to post anything on the weekend.
Aaannnnnd...
The traditional singing of the Birthday Dirge!
Happy birthday.
Happy birthday.
World of sorrow and despair.
People dying everywhere.
Happy birthday.
Special hugs to CJ, too. Just cause.