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Which abs do you like better and what would you do with them?

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Just wanted to give heads up about a short film made by Hemlock Films featuring 4 hot muscular guys acting strip dancers, who, according to the plot, have left their previous job for a better place. The ex-manager, however, is angry from the financial loss they induced, so she came searching for them with revenge

https://hemlockfilms.gumroad.com/l/iibhz

Being royalty, the enemy king was given his choice of sword, spear or arrows for his execution. He chose arrows. His final wad shot was collected in an urn, to be scattered in the fields to ensure a bountiful harvest.

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Teaspoon :: DOCTOR WHO, JESSE, AND JEREMY by Innout (whofic.com)

Hello:

A new idea came to me. This is a POV story.
You have been recruited to fight for the glory of the Pharaoh. Among thousands of warriors, you advance through the sand of the desert to skewer Egypt's enemies with your spear, and ...

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The retiarius drives the three tines of his death fork into his opponent's rock-hard belly, shoving the barbs as deeply as he dares before attempting to extract the weapon and avoid the inevitable, desperate slash of the secutor's blade onto his arm. The withdrawal is not quick. The buried barbs of his trident catch inside the fighter's tough gut wall. He jerks the shaft and finally tugs the tines free of the stud's body. In the process, he pulls out strings of bloody guts. The delay gives the wounded secutor enough time to slash his sword downward against his opponent's arm, but unluckily for him, the blade strikes the armor on the forearm of the retiarius and fails to sever the limb. The secutor is weakened by the severe blow to his gut. The center tine has destroyed his diaphragm and robbed him of the ability to breathe. Stumbling back and losing his footing, his muscular back thuds onto the arena floor. The retiarius steps on the gladiator’s sword arm and pins it to the ground before sticking his trident into the throat of the fallen secutor. The loser’s codpiece fills with deathcum as he gurgles his last desperate curses at the man who has defeated him.

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