It’s about a week ago now. The clamp marks are gone but the whip marks are still there as a sweet reminder.

It’s about a week ago now. The clamp marks are gone but the whip marks are still there as a sweet reminder.

A Few Days After. I Am Still Enjoying My Whipmarks And Already Asking Myself; “Will There Be Someone Else Kind Enough To Be Cruel To Me”?

Working Out My Next Step While Enjoying The Relaxing Feeling Of My Marks.

These Are The Last 3 Pics About This Event. I Am Already Looking Forward To The Next. Any Suggestions?

Bullumaster1: Yep Oh Yes, There Are Over A Thousand Pictures Of Me In My Tumbler. Check My Archive And Enjoy!

I Moved My Ass. Now I Was Sitting Right On Top Of One Nettle While My .Bell End Sniffed Another Nettle

My Dick Is Making Friends With This Little Stinging Nettle. What A Way Of Spending A Sunny Day In The Park.

Trying Hard&Amp;Hellip;..

Some (The Last) Lost And Found Files On This Item&Amp;Hellip;&Amp;Hellip;

I Got On My Feet And Headed North. By The Time I Was In Amsterdam It Was Already Dark, The Temperature Had Dropped And There Was A Drizzling Rain But Stil Felt Like Having A Naked Dip In A Little Lake In A Park. There Were Still People Passing By

Ooompfff

Both Feet, For Better Balance!

Pull!!!!

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