He smells like sweet sweat and rocket- propelled grenades.
His ass is the servant of his causes.

I hold him without trial and he doesn�t know the charges against him.
He is an �enemy combatant� and the Geneva Conventions do not apply to him.
He consents to my intimate interrogations: I blindfold him with my cock. I stretch him out with handcuffs and ankle irons.



My cockhead cross-examines the hollow of his cheek.

His ass petitions for mercy with articulate petals.

His throat performs perfect surrenders to my perfect questions.

He writes down his seditions with his lips while his mind slickens
with his perfect confessions.

I open his ass with forceful admission.




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