our idol harrrrryyy styles meets the only jesus christ and things hit off.
God those toes
Those god damn toes
They got him everytime.
All he wanted to do was lick them
So so bad.
God those toes Those god damn toes They got him everytime. All he wanted to do was lick them So so bad.
:slurp:
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It was a hot summers day in New York. Jesus would’ve been flirting up with da angles, but instead he was flashing people passing as he lay down on the pavement, the sun burning into his olive skin as his toga flapped up in the wind.
‘What a disgusting man!’ a woman uttered as the walked by. Her heels were high , but she was higher. On weeeedddd Huheuhuehue marty jane I MEANT TO WRITE MARY JANE NOT MARTY “Gobble: “Ughhhh man….where ham I?” whispered Jesus sexily. Across the road, a beautiful god by the name of Harry E. Styles watched the event happening before his very eyes. The bollies off the beautiful bearded dude were astounding. He licked his lips like a tiger going to eat a deer. Except the handsome man didn’t look look like a deer just like a dude showing his bollies to the world Harry Marched (not Mayed...Marched…) over to Jesus and admired his toga. “Custom made?” HE asked. “Silk?” Jesus fainted at the sight of such hotness
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