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There was a passage in this fic I read when the guy stretches his arms out and teases his navel when his shirt rides up him. I can't believe I never thought of that before.
That milk lovin’ Skull Grunt. A Very Important Boy.
Some hot feeder action. Something I haven’t done in a while.
Don't be frightened by the much anticipated burp that comes after downing an entire chicken in half a second.
I almost didn’t finish this one, since this guy isn’t very popular in my circle. I decided I might as well, though.
I keep drawing Ira. Something is wrong with me.
Well, so much for the old material. Now let's show some NEW stuff!
Not one of my best, but here's more bloated Ira. (ASS)