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Kitty Cimarron and Hans Stanley
“Their strongest orgasms and hits”
Right before his tiny toes curled
Bleeding brain
Wanted dead or alive
Hunted by daddy bear
Train station whoopee
Boys scream within the shadows
Spinning round Helen
Toe spreading orgasms
Stroking the randy priest
Faced down on the massage table
In the white room
Inside the cubby hole
With his sore throat open
Uncle Charlie has his pride
Tattooed blue balled ballerina
All dongs, swinging wet
To enter, all boys must remove their clothes
“The sound of swishy Vaseline, deep inside the pumping rose bud of tender Asian flesh”
The rancid stink indeed becomes quite overpowering. Hannibal craves the blood, sweat and tears of several boys that have been suspiciously silenced by death. Investigators know kitty must be involved, but cannot find the evidence of the disposed bodies, all across Europe. Sure, some boys are put on the saving list, but they eventually become enslaved to keep serving men of all sizes, shapes and nationalities. The aging kitty still has quite an ego. He is relieved he is still FREE.
“Popping those bloody rose buds”
The gayest parade celebrates kitty and Hannibal’s lifestyle of attracting as many nude boys to the coven as possible. Kitty is old, but has the coin to entice the lads to enter the tents. Once inside, that is when the real action begins. Frightened boys are often given a pill to relax, then the clothes come off. With wild eyes of brutal lust, Hannibal makes sure the snapping teeth does not break the pink flesh. Hannibal loves the violence, the pleas of helpless boys that suddenly realize that they are bound to die afterwards. The physical and emotional pain is more to bear.
The shame of humiliation, the agony of defeat.
Yeah, boyfriends often come and go, but some will simply be disposed of in shallow unmarked, forest graves. The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out.
Yeah, as always you’re right, even a pigsty would smell much better than that filthy, disgusting gay shit in those tents. š¤¢
With the white sand beaches of Portugal and Spain, kitty retreats to the gay nude ocean front, featuring a select array of bodies. Boys walk freely as old men smile. The rainbow flag flies higher than all the birdies in the skies, underneath the blazing sun. Street boys beg as fat bishops and priests circle the prey like vultures. When blankets are spread on the golden grit, men happily lay with randy boys that definitely seek action. Tents are set up to ensure privacy of rancid love and violent, screaming whoopee sessions. Chunky fingers dip into the Vaseline for intense lubrication.
Yes Red Lady,It seems like there are more and more gay men showing up every season. Hannibal is having a great time looking for a boyfriend. But yeah, who wants him???
It would do a good service to put on Vaseline labels with a rainbow image on them; that’s earning very well right now for that gay parade in Amsterdam. I bet for sure Hannibal is there too with his Michael t shirt on .
Hannibal hopes i am there but im not there i am a woman lover !!!!!
michael often posed with bare chested boys that gladly gave them their shattered little hearts, bodies and souls. When shirts go up over the neck, pants slide down past snapping knees. The scrawny dancer hated women, and often told them to put their breasts back. He did not want to see anything on a woman. He wanted dongs.
michael loved to put gobs of Vaseline inside the canals for easy entries. He loved the smell and look of fear in their tiny eyes.
Yes, even MJ’s employees and gardeners saw jars full of Vaseline in every corner of the garden, right into his living room.
Kitty Unarmed Hannibal in his tent to examine Hannibal’s ass to see if he hasn’t had a dong inside him! With Michael in the background, Cliff sings “You’re my boy.”
Hannibal Is on the run from Vaseline in the hit. Michael is also there full on the music at those gay tents.
The rancid stink of boy and man doo doo. The tents hold odor.
“Running scared from the law, into the weak arms of kitty”
With swirling hips pumping back and forth, Hannibal slid his wet noodle into the Vaseline coated poo canals. Screams radiate through the dungeons, and the tunnels of randy boy love. With his old mama’s eyes burning from shame, the palsy spits, his screaming head red with angry violent outbursts. The woman fell to her knees as tears dropped out of her sore and tired peepers. With sharp nail clippers, Hannibal snapped off his mama’s eyelids, blood drizzling down her flushed pink face. There is no way he is going against his hero michael mcJackson or his aging gay kitty. He is addicted to the stale beats and the mouth popping nonsense of dated kiddie music and dances. His mama’s hips were jacked up as he heard her vomit in the dark echoes. He laughed as he kicked her in the head with his steel spiked boots. Police were called to his family bungalow, and his poor mama was taken to the hospital. Benjamin Boris is on the run.
Great to say that Red Lady , we keep The truth always wins !!!!!!
Is Hannibal hiding at kitty’s Spanish boy banging retreat?
The stink.
Beat it at the gay parade is the hit that stands for take your dong in your friend’s coming. Vaseline is sold out already!
The most terrible music for normal people is Michael. Only gays can enjoy it, like Hannibal Stanley! Don’t forget Beat It in your bare ass, man on that boat?!
Little stevie wonder sang about fingertips. michael exploded his own dong within intense sexual desire. Bobby Taylor made sure michael’s body was ravished and torn from the brutalizing pain.