Hello, Dad. You are the Papa of my dreams. I hope I turn out looking like you one day, when I become a big, burly, bushy bearded Papa Bear, myself. Woof!
Let’s flip fuck and breed one another, my blue collar brethren. No loads refused, ever, if you have a beard. Beards should always hold that kind of power. Woof!
Take a whiff of my stinky jock. I’ve been working on this bad boy for over a year now. It’s been used as a cum rag nightly, pissed on, used to wipe the sweat off me, paying extra love and attention to the very heavily man-scented areas after countless sweat-soaked heavy lifting gym sessions. My sweaty, ripe pits and nuts turned this once white jock into the manly color it is today. That, along with several jerk off sessions that I tossed the spit bottle aside and proceeded to spit my dip spit straight into my jock instead. It smells like manhood and raunchy pig-scenting success. Who wants to swap dirty jocks with me? Hit me up, men!