Graham Varnett looks and sounds like something out of a British period piece. He’s tall and pale, with a wistful expression and golden hair. Just imagine him riding a horse on an English countryside. I knew the minute I laid eyes on him I’d be stretching him out and hearing him submit to me like the jobberboy he was born to be!
How willingly he settles into his role, bridging up and allowing me to dig my boots deep into his tender abs. That pretty hair feels so nice laced between my fingers and I yank him into a painful back-breaker. I drag his ass around the ring like a sack of potatoes, grind his balls with the heel of my boot, and lay him out against the turnbuckles where I can really serve up some brutal abdominal punishment.
Soon his face and abs are as red as his speedos, as I lift him, spin him, bend and break him, and hurl him against the floor like the nothing jobber he is. Will the pathetic jobber rise up and stand against me, or will he end up kissing the ref’s feet?
I totally get how you felt when you first laid eyes on him. Being a hair afficionado and a bit of a sadist I can understand how you felt with your hands in that beautiful hair and being able to squash him so easily. I could only wish I were you, although I have to say I would have been much more ruthless and used his hair much more. But overall It was great.
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