BigJimsWornOutTires
Kraken
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Whenever I'm out and about, doing my thang, whether grocering or fooding, I buck stroll. Wear my shirts tight! Always one size smaller. I've to ensure the contour of all my muscles displayed before the live unaware audience. Ugh. Women have no choice but to bear witness to such a magnificent demonstration of a muscular tight lickable body. And some of those squirters feel as if I'm violating their vagina sensor! Such as, "Who the fuck he thinks he is to seduce me like this? How dare he!" But the guys, ugh, laughing my fucking ass off.
The betas and lazy micropenises give me that look sometime. You know the one! It's over. That look! Then that gaze turns to illness of great disturbance as if TRYING to curse me! "I hope your muscles fall off your body, you big beautiful man, you."
Ugh, that gay rancor inspires me! I love it! It feels like the following jingle manifested into a willingness to keep pushing HARDER and DEEPER!
The betas and lazy micropenises give me that look sometime. You know the one! It's over. That look! Then that gaze turns to illness of great disturbance as if TRYING to curse me! "I hope your muscles fall off your body, you big beautiful man, you."
Ugh, that gay rancor inspires me! I love it! It feels like the following jingle manifested into a willingness to keep pushing HARDER and DEEPER!
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