ro and guil

ro and guil... ro and guil...

so much sexiness, i don't know if i can get my fill. with their leathery togs and their stoppard-y speech, i think i want them to make a backseat 'reach.'

to diagnose Hamlet, yes... they were sent for...

my body, undressed for them, it shall be bent for. one is fair haired, and one is brunette...

wait, can i even tell them apart yet?

with a heiss game of 'questions,' rhetoric is forbidden... i know of two 'staffs' that are begging to be ridden.

let nothing be hidden.

o sweet rosencrantz, o sexy guil...

take me, even against my will.

with rapier wit, they deconstruct the Bard.

i want to make them hard.

to be or not to be, that is the question.

i want to give both of them an erection.

o, guildenstern... o rosencrantz...

canst i not get in thy pants?