Showing posts with label Mr. Fat Booty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mr. Fat Booty. Show all posts

3.24.2011

Can we please see more of Rye's ass, and perhaps shoulders/back/torso? Or is that where said identifiable tattoos are? With love, from Brooklyn!

Ooh. I'm sure we can accommodate something. And there might be one tattoo visible form this angle, but we can work with it. I love the Rye attention!

We already have a few requests for that ass in jeans, so we'll tack these to the list.

3.18.2011

A Hunk of Man Meat.

As I took care of Rye last Thursday, he walked around the apartment all night, post-bath, fully nude. A fucking treat if there ever was one. He sat with me as I wrote about vaginal fish dishes, his smooth cock and balls before me.

As he made me a cocktail, ass all up in my face, we (I) discussed how fine that ass is. And that's when it struck me, you've never seen it! Shameful!

Let's change that, shall we?

This is one sexy hunk of man ass. Our friends, sexes of both persuasions, have often mentioned how good a slice this is. And a good chunk of them have even grabbed on for a helping.

If they only knew that this is the ass I get to fuck.
And did that same night.