tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248342202011-04-21T16:05:38.636-04:00Richard D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884259956443745306noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24834220.post-1158425477496757262006-09-16T12:28:00.000-04:002006-09-16T13:01:53.233-04:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">AARON MOLHADÍSSIMO...</span></strong><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/aaron01.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/aaron01.jpg" border="0" /> </a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/aaron02.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/aaron02.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/aaron03.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/aaron03.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/aaron04.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/aaron04.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/aaron05.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/aaron05.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/aaron06.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/aaron06.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/aaron07.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sua ordem é nosso maior desejo!</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/aaron07.0.jpg"><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/aaron07.0.jpg"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/aaron07.0.jpg"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24834220-115842547749675726?l=missdalloway.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Richard D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884259956443745306noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24834220.post-1152321685295765092006-07-07T20:52:00.000-04:002006-07-08T13:11:24.856-04:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />NA ONDA COM MARSHAL, EL CAPITÁN</span></span><br /><br />Em visita ao gato, à beira da piscina e da loucura,<br />conversávamos amenidades que logo descambaram<br />para temas super picantes.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/12.0.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/12.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style=""><br /></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Não deixei barato: fiz-lhe um desafio...<br /><br />E...<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Que sorte... Ele topou!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/3.0.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/3.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sabendo o que mais desejo ver<br />(e tocar, USUFRUIR) esconde-o...<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Insisto! Imploro! E então ele o desvela<br />aos poucos...<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Como o mastro de um barco que anseio<br />por navegar...<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/7.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ergue-o, expondo aos quatro ventos<br />a força da sua virilidade...<br /><br />E nos convida...<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/11.0.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/11.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A segurá-lo firme, manipulando-o igual a um remo<br />que nos conduz rumo ao prazer.<br /><br />Sente-se no colo deste magnífico capitão<br />e viaje até as mais longínquas galáxias!<br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24834220-115232168529576509?l=missdalloway.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Richard D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884259956443745306noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24834220.post-1144545206722424292006-04-08T21:07:00.000-04:002006-04-08T21:21:45.243-04:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:10;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:10;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">VENHA VER O PÔR DO SOL</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/01.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Era o final de uma tarde de outono... Sammy pegou seu skate e foi ao encontro que David, o garoto mais lindo da escola, que havia marcado um encontro com ele.</span></span><br /><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/02.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Sammy nem imaginava o que David poderia querer, mas estava ansioso para descobrir. Seu coração batia apressado... Como um beija-flor...</span><br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/03.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >"Será que ele vai demorar muito", Sammy pensa. "Eu devia ter marcado lá em casa. Meus pais viajaram e eu me sentiria mais seguro..."</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >A sua mente começa a passear pelas nuvens... E a buscar na intimidade dele os seus desejos mais secretos...</span><br /></p><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/04.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Sammy imagina-se aguardando a chegada de David. Sentado no fundo do quintal e vestindo apenas uma toalha.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Talvez acabasse adormecendo...<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24834220-114454520672242429?l=missdalloway.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Richard D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884259956443745306noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24834220.post-1144544623624932242006-04-08T20:49:00.000-04:002006-04-08T21:27:57.966-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />Não há nuvens no horizonte...</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/05.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/05.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:10;" >Então David o acordaria com um beijo ardente... Delicioso!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/06.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Exploraria o corpo de Sammy...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/07.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/07.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >E enfim, com as mãos trêmulas de paixão, Sammy abriria a cueca de David...</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/08.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >E descobriria qual é o sabor daquele picolé... Salgadinho!<br /></span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/09.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Com muita sede, Sammy sugaria o néctar de David, que sentiria suas pernas bambearem de tesão.<br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span> <span style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >“Devagarinho, Sam...”, David geme. “É todo seu... Chupe à vontade...”</span><br /></span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Após engolir a seiva de David, Sammy faria um pedido:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >“Me dá um beijo?”</span><br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/11.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">David se renderia, e os lábios deles se encontrariam, ávidos...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">Não importava se naquela hora chegasse alguém. Nada conseguiria separá-los!</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/12.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Como Sammy não largava o “talo” de David, que anuncaria:</span></p> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >“Agora é minha vez... Deixe-me chupar você...”</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/13.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >David beberia o sumo de David, como se fosse o melhor refrigerante do mundo!</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24834220-114454462362493224?l=missdalloway.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Richard D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884259956443745306noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24834220.post-1144543380300277392006-04-08T20:32:00.000-04:002006-04-08T21:29:32.703-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />Oh, céus...</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/14.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tudo não passou de um devaneio... Sammy, seu tolinho romântico!... Talvez David, machista do jeito que é, tenha combinado esse encontro para bater em você...<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/15.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Sem temer, Sammy tira a roupa...</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/16.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Prestes a estourar de tesão, ele se masturba...</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/17.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >E sofre um orgasmo solitário, mas ainda assim maravilhoso...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/18.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Sammy decide esperar mais um pouco. Quem sabe seus sonhos se realizam?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:10;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Ainda que David chegue com o pôr-do-sol...</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24834220-114454338030027739?l=missdalloway.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Richard D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884259956443745306noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24834220.post-1144537699086402822006-04-08T18:54:00.000-04:002006-04-08T19:10:07.893-04:00<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />O ÊXTASE MATINAL DE DANIEL</span><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Ele acabou de sair do banheiro. Estava se preparando para ir à faculdade quando o </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >flagramos do jeitinho que veio ao mundo...<br /><br />COMO UM ANJO!</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/daniel_leger_022.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/daniel_leger_022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Oh... <span style="font-style: italic;">Please!</span>... Não esconda seu tesouro mais precioso... </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/daniel_leger_019.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/daniel_leger_019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Desinibido, finge que não o olhamos, ávidos por tê-lo conosco...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/daniel_leger_003.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/daniel_leger_003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Um arrepio percorre sua espinha, da nuca ao reguinho da bunda...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/daniel_leger_021.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/daniel_leger_021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Ele curte muito ver que o desejamos ardentemente...</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />E nos agradece com um sorriso maroto...</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />AH, GAROTO LINDO!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24834220-114453769908640282?l=missdalloway.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Richard D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884259956443745306noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24834220.post-1144536549475839932006-04-08T18:15:00.000-04:002006-04-08T18:52:56.863-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />OLHAR NÃO FAZ MAL... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >ALIÁS, SÓ CAUSA O BEM!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/daniel_leger_012.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/daniel_leger_012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Daniel sente o tesão despertar seus desejos adormecidos...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/daniel_leger_018.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/daniel_leger_018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:12;" >Agacha-se, em busca de uma posição mais confortável.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/daniel_leger_011.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/daniel_leger_011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">E então começa a desbravar o prazer, devagarinho...</p><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/daniel_leger_010.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/daniel_leger_010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Na ponta do seu dedo veloz, porém carinhoso, ele atinge o clímax...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/daniel_leger_009.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/daniel_leger_009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Quem dera pudéssemos deitar com ele e desfrutar de seu corpinho maravilhoso...<br /><br />CHEGARÍAMOS BEM PERTO DO PARAÍSO!<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24834220-114453654947583993?l=missdalloway.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Richard D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884259956443745306noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24834220.post-1144532720011558382006-04-08T16:36:00.000-04:002006-04-08T17:52:19.326-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br />O STRIP TEASE DE SEBASTIAN...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Imploramos pra ele ficar peladíssimo, mas vejam a cara que esse safado fez... E sabem o que respondeu?</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/Sig_Sebastian_003.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/Sig_Sebastian_003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">“Tirar a roupa?! Pra que vocês querem me ver pelado?!”</p><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">ORA ESSA... VEJAM SÓ QUE RAPAZ INGÊNUO...</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/Sig_Sebastian_007.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/Sig_Sebastian_007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"> </p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"> </p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">“O que eu ganho com isso?”</p><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">ADIVINHA...</span><br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/Sig_Sebastian_012.0.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/Sig_Sebastian_012.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">“Talvez eu tire... Mas quem sabe não...”</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">MALVADO!<br /></p> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >E então?...<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24834220-114453272001155838?l=missdalloway.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Richard D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884259956443745306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24834220.post-1144525858967450082006-04-08T15:24:00.000-04:002006-04-08T17:53:58.883-04:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />TIRA OU NÃO TIRA?<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/Sig_Sebastian_015.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/Sig_Sebastian_015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ele sabe o encanto que é...<br /></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/Sig_Sebastian_016.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/Sig_Sebastian_016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Por isso fica fazendo todo se "cu-doce"...</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/Sig_Sebastian_019.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/Sig_Sebastian_019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >PREPAREM-SE...<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />And...?<br /></span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/Sig_Sebastian_040.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/Sig_Sebastian_040.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >QUE DELÍÍÍÍCIA!!!<br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24834220-114452585896745008?l=missdalloway.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Richard D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884259956443745306noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24834220.post-1143479577240351522006-03-27T13:01:00.000-04:002006-03-28T12:09:42.880-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />THE BIG BEN</span><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">Como <i style="">post</i> inaugural, brindo os visitantes com o ensaio deste garoto simplesmente fantástico. O nome dele é Ben Hunter e tem apenas 19 aninhos... Olhem a cara de cínico, safado e tarado!</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">Deliciem-se!</p><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/ben_hunter_001.3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/ben_hunter_001.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/ben_hunter_004.0.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/ben_hunter_004.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/ben_hunter_006.0.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/ben_hunter_006.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/ben_hunter_008.0.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/ben_hunter_008.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/ben_hunter_009.0.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/ben_hunter_009.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/ben_hunter_011.0.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/ben_hunter_011.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/ben_hunter_019.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/ben_hunter_019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24834220-114347957724035152?l=missdalloway.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Richard D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884259956443745306noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24834220.post-1143478738613461612006-03-27T12:48:00.000-04:002006-03-27T13:01:05.263-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />Alguém se dispõe a dar uma mãozinha ao garoto?</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/ben_hunter_020.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/ben_hunter_020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/ben_hunter_021.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/ben_hunter_021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/ben_hunter_024.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/ben_hunter_024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/ben_hunter_027.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/ben_hunter_027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/ben_hunter_028.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/ben_hunter_028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/ben_hunter_029.0.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/ben_hunter_029.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/1600/ben_hunter_030.0.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5242/2582/400/ben_hunter_030.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Tchau, galera! Até o próximo deus!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24834220-114347873861346161?l=missdalloway.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Richard D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14884259956443745306noreply@blogger.com5