"But I think you blew your load too early!" He gestured low with a sortie of F-16s, to where Iraq's uncut Arab cock was spilling out of his open fly, still slick with sex. ![]() "Impressive," America replied, but he didn't look intimidated. I have an army a million men strong!" Iraq struck a double bicep pose, his 1970s era flack jacket bursting open down the front and letting his beefy, bronzed, furry pecs bulge free. I've trained for a decade against the Iranian dogs. Kuwait mumbled underneath, but as soon as Iraq's ass was off his chest he began dragging himself towards the Saudi border. "Fine," Iraq replied, planting a hand on Kuwait's face and pushing himself to a standing position. Iraq didn't need to turn around to know who it was. A new voice spoke - low, threatening, and full of the righteous fury of global democracy. Suddenly, a hard, heavy hand fell on Iraq's shoulder. Tell me where the Kuwaiti gold is and I won't assassinate your royal family." ![]() "Mmmf-mmmf," Kuwait grunted, mouth still too full of Republican Guard to get anything coherent out. "So," Iraq said, holding Kuwait's head steady between his thighs as the last of his cum dribbled across Kuwait's T-72's, "I bet you're wishing you'd mobilised your reserves right about now."
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