“I love you, my darling. I always have. We will hold one another again…. in Elysium.” With those words he departed. Well, with those words and a huge efflux of solids from his rectum.
She presented her sizeable jugs to him, and he fumbled with them both, creaming himself wantonly, absolutely covering the front of his pants and trousers in that thick white stuff and leaving him only the merest dribble left to pour onto his spotted dick.
He had been repeatedly told that ‘always be moving forward’ was the key tenet of freerunning, yet he found it increasingly difficult to do so as both his ankles shattered, he crumpled awkwardly between two buildings, his screams of agony were unheeded, and darkness fell.