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Thursday, July 17th
Marco and Mario are very next to each other in Ibiza, but still not enough. The photos of a Mario dropping his underwear just makes the things more difficult. This is a phone call from Marco to Mario in the morning after.
Hey, munchkin. Did I wake you?
No, no. I finished my breakfast right now. Are you ok?
Pretty sure. Nice ass tho.
Ah. You seen it, of course. Did you like it?
Don’t you think this is more than necessary?
What’s my fault if there’s a lot of paparazzi following us all the time and everywhere we go?
One day is a hard bulge, another day is your ass off. I think you’re really enjoying this whole parade.
Wasn’t it this what we agree?
Yep. So much so that I’m here now taking a sunbath, wearing just black boxers that highlights my translucent whiteness, and showing my slimness to paparazzi.
What a shame I’m not there, hottie.
You can see the photos later, as I had to see yours.
Pokey! Everybody is gonna love it, I’m pretty sure that. It’s always me and my body off to summer, your fans will be crazy having a better glance of your hotness.
I’m trying to do my best here, but of course is not enough to beat your show yesterday and all the shows you ever did.
A little bit of yours is much better than everything of mine, love.
You don’t need to be a asslicker, baby. It’s ME the guy who’s gonna fucking you tonight.
Can’t it be now? Please. I miss you so much.
I miss you too.
I wanna celebrate my weltmeister goal with you, in a special way.
We don’t need to talk about the world cup.
Okay, alright. I understand. Sorry. I just wanna be with you. It’s everything I need now. Nothing else matters.
Same. I love you, baby.
I love you too, my woodyinho.