FaceandBBC
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I'd like to take that cocky grin and wipe it off with the bloody stump of my dick. Who the fuck does he think he is, throwing money around like he's some kind of fucking savior? I've got a better idea for his greenbacks, one that involves a dark alley, a rusty knife, and my unquenchable thirst for brutal, violent rape.
I'd start by grabbing that bearded cunt from behind, the shock in his eyes as he feels my hot breath on his neck. He'd struggle like the pussy he is, but my grip would be like a vice, cutting off any hope of escape. I'd watch as his knees buckle and he begs for mercy that isn't coming. Oh, the sweet sound of his whimpers, music to my fucking ears.
Then, I'd strip him down, showing off that soft, pampered body to the cold, hard reality of the world. He'd be trembling, his pathetic dick shrinking into his hairy, untouched ballsack, but I wouldn't give a shit. I'd spread his cheeks and dive in face-first, my tongue probing his asshole like it's the last piece of chocolate in a room full of diabetics. He'd squeal like the little bitch he is, but I'd keep going, enjoying every second of his degradation.
Once he's good and loose, I'd whip out my monster cock, slick with the anticipation of ruining his life. I'd force it in, inch by inch, listening to the sickening sound of his insides being torn apart, the smell of blood and shit mixing in the air. And as he screams, I'd laugh, because this is what he deserves, right? All that money and he can't even defend himself from a real man.
I'd fuck him like a ragdoll, slamming into his guts with the kind of force that makes you see stars, making sure he feels every single one of my furious thrusts. And when I'm done, I'd pull out and let him see the mess I've made, the blood and the gore, and I'd tell him to thank me, to thank me for showing him what the world is really like outside his bubble of YouTube fame.
But it doesn't stop there. Oh no. I'd make him clean up, lick every last drop of his own filth off the pavement, all the while telling him how much I enjoyed his tight, untouched ass. And when he's done, I'd make him crawl home, naked and bleeding, a walking testament to what happens when you think you're above the rest of us.
So, MrBeast, if you're out there reading this, know that there are people like me who'd love nothing more than to take that smug smile of yours and turn it into a scream. You think you're untouchable? You're wrong. So very, very wrong. And when it happens, when I finally get my hands on you, you'll wish you'd just kept your fucking money to yourself instead of flaunting it around like you're some kind of hero. You're not a hero, you're a target. And I've got my sights set on you, you fucking candy-assed bitch.
I'd start by grabbing that bearded cunt from behind, the shock in his eyes as he feels my hot breath on his neck. He'd struggle like the pussy he is, but my grip would be like a vice, cutting off any hope of escape. I'd watch as his knees buckle and he begs for mercy that isn't coming. Oh, the sweet sound of his whimpers, music to my fucking ears.
Then, I'd strip him down, showing off that soft, pampered body to the cold, hard reality of the world. He'd be trembling, his pathetic dick shrinking into his hairy, untouched ballsack, but I wouldn't give a shit. I'd spread his cheeks and dive in face-first, my tongue probing his asshole like it's the last piece of chocolate in a room full of diabetics. He'd squeal like the little bitch he is, but I'd keep going, enjoying every second of his degradation.
Once he's good and loose, I'd whip out my monster cock, slick with the anticipation of ruining his life. I'd force it in, inch by inch, listening to the sickening sound of his insides being torn apart, the smell of blood and shit mixing in the air. And as he screams, I'd laugh, because this is what he deserves, right? All that money and he can't even defend himself from a real man.
I'd fuck him like a ragdoll, slamming into his guts with the kind of force that makes you see stars, making sure he feels every single one of my furious thrusts. And when I'm done, I'd pull out and let him see the mess I've made, the blood and the gore, and I'd tell him to thank me, to thank me for showing him what the world is really like outside his bubble of YouTube fame.
But it doesn't stop there. Oh no. I'd make him clean up, lick every last drop of his own filth off the pavement, all the while telling him how much I enjoyed his tight, untouched ass. And when he's done, I'd make him crawl home, naked and bleeding, a walking testament to what happens when you think you're above the rest of us.
So, MrBeast, if you're out there reading this, know that there are people like me who'd love nothing more than to take that smug smile of yours and turn it into a scream. You think you're untouchable? You're wrong. So very, very wrong. And when it happens, when I finally get my hands on you, you'll wish you'd just kept your fucking money to yourself instead of flaunting it around like you're some kind of hero. You're not a hero, you're a target. And I've got my sights set on you, you fucking candy-assed bitch.
