Sexy Sunday: Misery Sex

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Wo is me.
My beloved Ireland, beaten by those dastardly English.
We were much the better team but we were robbed.
Robbed by the ref.
Robbed by the weather.
Robbed by the grass.
We were put off our game by the sight of all those hot English asses.
Sweet, succulent ass…….. Homer like ass!

I really am a poor loser.
There is only one way to get over such a depressing defeat: get drunk and have a threesome.
Sex is a great tonic.
How can you be depressed after sex?
Exactly!
It just is not possible.

Ideally we would have loved to have found a hot English bottom, and rode the living b’jeazuz outta him.
Sadly we had to make do with a straight body builder.
I just imagined it was Owen Farrell.
No kissing please, just fuck me. Oh and not too hard as I don’t get fucked much.

The foolish hetrosexual!
Don’t you know!
My team has been beaten!
You have to suffer!
Suffer for Ireland.

He protested a little, but you know how these things go.
Pretense is everything.
I’m a straight body builder…..
Yes of course you are.
Now shut up and spread your hole.

Within one minute he was crying out to be fucked harder and harder.
So my buddy and I tag teamed him like the cock hungry bottom that he is.
The little pig was sweating like a German in a sausage factory.
Me?
Did I feel any better?
No.
All I could think about was my beloved Ireland.
Ridden by the English again.
And as you all know, if there is any riding to be done, it’s to be done by me!

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