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"Thanks.  You have a blessed day."

Tim Tebow disconnected the call.  He tossed his phone across the bed.  He cradled his head in his hands and rubbed his face in exhaustion.

The call with WFAN was his fourth radio interview in the past two hours.  And the most aggressive.  The New York media is known for being brutal, but Tim was in town to promote kick off of the new NFL season.  Not to be harangued about the proper throwing motion by some radio douche who probably did not even know the right way to put on a jock.

Saying Good-bye to Brady Quinn

Brady Quinn's arm collapsed under him with the force of the fucking he was getting.  His face mashed into the pillow on his king size bed, and his head started rhythmically bumping against the headboard.  He tried to ignore his discomfort, focusing instead on the fact that he had no idea when he'd again get a chance to feel this good, to get fucked this deeply and thoroughly.  One hand was between his legs, stroking his fat six inch cock; he had fallen onto the other.  He was propped up on that elbow, his hand straining to graze one of his nipples.  He was sweating, having been fucked already for ten minutes. He knew from experience he was probably going to get another half hour or so.  A jolt of pleasure coursed through him as he was smacked, hard on his smooth right ass cheek.