Our favorite sporty, tattooed little mister had a close call with room service on a recent trip to NYC. In town shooting a hot and intense hardcore encounter with a hung local boy named Shane, Pierre was in mid cock-swallow when he heard the pesky hotel staffers ask him if he needed to refill his minibar.
Suddenly we feel as though this scene can be best expressed in a poetic stanza based upon the work of Edgar Allen Poe:
Once upon a midday dreary.
Pounding 'til his balls were weary,
Over a handsome, curious, quaint bottom we've not seen before;
Pierre deep-throated, nearly gagging, when suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at his chamber door.
"Hi! Do you need anything for your minibar?"
"No, I don't actually, thanks." He muttered, laughing at the chamber door--
Only condoms, and nothing more.
Enough of this literary humor! It's almost the weekend. See the hilarity for yourself:
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