yesimog420
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Hey, everyone, I have a sad story to tell.
I'm not even trying to be weird but, here I go.
Since my youngest age, I have a huge 50cm/ 20inch pipe hanging from between my legs. It's monstrous. Some of you would say "what a lucky dude" or "Wish I was him". NO. It's like having a third paralysed leg dangling and dangling and dangling. When I go out, I get looked at, glared at, weird women approach me... I just wanna be normal. In my teenage year, It was mission impossible. When I had a boner, my body blood pressure would lower extremely fast and I would end up fainting. Nowadays, No one could properly look at me without staring at my big fat dick. I tried going to the doctor but he told me he only had two options: either cut it off, or make it longer. You can’t be cute and have a big shlong, literally everything becomes 10x more sexual for no reason. I decided to cut it clean off. NO WAY. IT GREW BACK. fuck...
The doctor was shocked and ran away, as it had grown much longer. I decided to wear a plastic bag as underwear, and stuff it in just like organs in a belly.
After some time, I eventually got the hang of it, and decided to venture out to the REAL world. I decided to work in a office. Days and days went by, and I enjoyed going to work for the experience, nevertheless of the big meaty sausage. And then I met Her. Waw she was just... incredible. She had those eyes, this hair, this skin, these feet, these fingernails, these teeth, ughhhhh (I'm into that ok). And this person was even better because she herself loved me, without minding the fact that I have a literal third leg. We started dating, offered ourselves cute moments together, BBQ parties, we shouted slurs at each-other, and had these really cute cuddling sessions in our beds. Then she asked me this: "honeyyyyyy... I want to be wrapped in your hose". At first it was kind of embarrassing, but I finally agreed.
But then, I had the biggest sorrow. I did as she was told, pulled thight, and what seemed like muffled moans were signs of struggling.
SHE HAD NO MO AIR!
I unwrapped my sausage, but it was too late.
I had committed first-degree murder with my big fat cock. Absolutely shocked, Here I am, with my dick in my hands, on the ceiling, around my neck, my legs, on a stool, ready to go.
Goodbye cruel wolrd.
Gawk Gawk Gawk Gawk
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I'm not even trying to be weird but, here I go.
Since my youngest age, I have a huge 50cm/ 20inch pipe hanging from between my legs. It's monstrous. Some of you would say "what a lucky dude" or "Wish I was him". NO. It's like having a third paralysed leg dangling and dangling and dangling. When I go out, I get looked at, glared at, weird women approach me... I just wanna be normal. In my teenage year, It was mission impossible. When I had a boner, my body blood pressure would lower extremely fast and I would end up fainting. Nowadays, No one could properly look at me without staring at my big fat dick. I tried going to the doctor but he told me he only had two options: either cut it off, or make it longer. You can’t be cute and have a big shlong, literally everything becomes 10x more sexual for no reason. I decided to cut it clean off. NO WAY. IT GREW BACK. fuck...
The doctor was shocked and ran away, as it had grown much longer. I decided to wear a plastic bag as underwear, and stuff it in just like organs in a belly.
After some time, I eventually got the hang of it, and decided to venture out to the REAL world. I decided to work in a office. Days and days went by, and I enjoyed going to work for the experience, nevertheless of the big meaty sausage. And then I met Her. Waw she was just... incredible. She had those eyes, this hair, this skin, these feet, these fingernails, these teeth, ughhhhh (I'm into that ok). And this person was even better because she herself loved me, without minding the fact that I have a literal third leg. We started dating, offered ourselves cute moments together, BBQ parties, we shouted slurs at each-other, and had these really cute cuddling sessions in our beds. Then she asked me this: "honeyyyyyy... I want to be wrapped in your hose". At first it was kind of embarrassing, but I finally agreed.
But then, I had the biggest sorrow. I did as she was told, pulled thight, and what seemed like muffled moans were signs of struggling.
SHE HAD NO MO AIR!
I unwrapped my sausage, but it was too late.
I had committed first-degree murder with my big fat cock. Absolutely shocked, Here I am, with my dick in my hands, on the ceiling, around my neck, my legs, on a stool, ready to go.
Goodbye cruel wolrd.
Gawk Gawk Gawk Gawk
I am a human, and this action was performed manually. Please upvote if you’re not gay
