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"Day after day I'm more confused. Yet, I look for the light through the pouring rain. You know that's a game that I hate to lose. And I'm feelin' the strain. Ain't it a shame."
Today's abundance of online knowledge keeps women informed about men. Forums like Looksmax are a rock-hard shaft foids wrap their minds around to better understand the cock that lurks inside their erotic fantasies. Ah, yes, Daddy's about to share a secret that doesn't involve you, whore. So get dressed, you creepy ecchi hentai, and get the fuck off this thread!
Foids know the shape and size of their bodies are irrelevant to a cock eager to throw up on them. Penis vomit has no restriction on what flesh toilet to puke inside. Women indeed carry this world with their yummy nipples, lickable areolas, playful titties, moist crevices, edible clits, stretchable labia flaps, and shock-absorbing bahookies. But this doesn't mean they should have influential titles, oh, fuck no!
Did You Know? If you gently pull opposite ends of her labia flap to stretch out the middle, a truth about her will be revealed. It's called the Reptilian Windowpane Test. As you pull, the pussy flap in the center will become thinner and thinner, until, at some point, you might see light through it. If this happens, she's a fucking reptilian.
Women have "complicated" moments that tease common sense assessment. But this doesn't mean she's a fucking retard. Not all women are Greta Thunberg. Some are rather sneaky and dirty, like those fucking liberals. Who do you think was the vendor of the transgender push? It was them—in plain sight. The hateful cunts, severely injured by the supremacy of the male gender, knew the trannies would upset masculinity. They knew that guys in women's clothes using the same bathroom as their girlfriends, wives, daughters, sisters, and mothers would make them furious. However, in retaliation, guys shoved back and tossed those creeps into female sports, thus preventing athletic women from achieving glory. Yet the nerdy, fat, ugly bitches fondled it with retribution energy. Ah, yes, it brought them gratification to watch the beautiful bullies lose in sports.
Sick fucking world
Women have no problem getting butt-naked in a man's presence. Or a room packed with guys. She knows many of them would fuck her. Drunk or not, a penis doesn't discriminate. Ugh, what's a gal gotta do to find the right one? Shaking my head, bless her heart. They aren't afraid to express their intentions, hunger, and lustful desires. I would know. Because for many years, I've not only jackhammered hundreds of vaginas, I caused quite a few to turn lesbian.
Back in 2016, I had a private party at my place with three women—Rita, Iris, and Cora. The latter guest broke the ice with, "I heard you got a big dick." Ugh, right? I nodded. Her friends got quiet, staring at her with wide eyes. Then she said, "Show me." Iris blurted, You bad gurl. Rita gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. But Cora was determined!
Whenever a woman asks to see your cock, she wants to get the party started. She doesn't have time for chit-chats and mind games. If you have the ribeye, or in my case, a porterhouse, showcase it with confidence. And so I did.
The room went silent.
With her dilated pupils and a watering mouth, Cora swept her tongue across her lip. I lifted my chin with pride, my hands resting on my hips as I examined Rita and Iris's worried expressions. Ah, yes, they knew an event like this could escalate quickly and lead to an act of regret the following day. Cora asked my jackhammer, "Why aren't you in the porn business?" As I tried to speak on his behalf, she cut me off. "You rather give it away for free, isn't that right, boy?" Iris chuckled a sec while gently biting the tip of her index finger, staring at Mr. Showboat. But Rita's mesmerized eyes, also glued to it, didn't hear the smart-ass remark.
I turn my attention to you, the readers, and wink. "Who is he winking at?" Iris asked with her head cocked.
"Oh my gad, he really is skitzo!" Rita said while blinking. She hugged her concerned friend tightly as her lips trembled.
Cora continued to eye me like a wild cat stalking its warthog. Exhaling a breath of air, she stood and placed her drink on the end table. While unfastening her jeans, she insisted, "I want that in my gut, motherfucker." She peeled her denims off. To my shock, she wore no underwear.
Rita and Iris rose as the former said, "Looks like we're whoring up." They unbuttoned their shorts, revealing her silky whites and Iris's purple-laced panties.
I return to you, the readers, and react, "Ugh, right?" The ladies ignored me this time.
Long story short, I told them to get dressed and leave. I added, "I don't fuck 9th-dimensional reptilians donned in human flesh!"
As I packed the ol' Cervix Tear Experience into my Wranglers, Cora threatened me, "Bitch, you gonna get pop-pop-pop!" They hurried their whore threads on in a tantrum as I showed them the way out. Upon closing the door in her face, she hinted at a perilous occurrence by pointing her index finger and wiggling her thumb while lip-syncing 'pop' several times. Shaking my head. But this wasn't my usual behavior.
A month later, into mid-summer, I had a threesome with a buddy I called Roger. Although that wasn't his name. He stopped questioning my error a few weeks into our friendship. Anywho, he had a tiny pecker. I knew the difficulties he must've endured with his woman, so I invited both over.
On my king-size bed, I'm pushing into his girlfriend, taking my time, so I don't injure myself. Roger sat across from me. His back against the headboard, his hands embraced her face while he studied her expressions. I asked him, "How is she taking it, partner?"
"She's confused, that's for sure, buddy," Roger replied. "Her mouth hasn't closed yet, and her eyes keep swaying as if she didn't know about those places inside her."
"Yeah, that happens," I assured him. But something wasn't right, so I pressed, "Why isn't she blowing you?"
"Well, buddy, every time I put my small pecker-" I interrupted him.
"Tiny."
"Oh, my bad," he apologized for his blunder and corrected himself. "Every time I put my tiny pecker in her mouth, she won't suck it. Her mouth hasn't shut as her eyes wander in perplexity. It appears a stressful disturbance is occurring inside her body, preventing the proper functioning of the muscles in her mouth and throat. This is quite sad to watch because she never reacts this way with me." I nodded with sympathy. He concluded, "Very educational, Jim. I appreciate this experience, buddy."
"Tell me how she reacts to this," I said and went a few inches deeper inside her, tearing through the cervix wall as she snarled a mewl.
"Oh, wow, buddy!" Roger responded with a thrill. "She looks like she's going to throw up. Her eyes are nearly popping out of her face." Not only that, but her shoulders tensed, her back arched, and her hand pressed against my thigh as if rallying me to go deeper. And so I did.
Later that evening, Roger tried sneaking out of my apartment while his girlfriend was asleep. Still naked, she was beside me with her leg over mine and her face rested on my chest. Ugh, she was worn out. But what a trooper! I told him he was forgetting something and gestured to his sleeping beauty. He muttered, "You can have her, buddy." What a hurtful thing to say about his fiancé. He raised his voice and told me there was no coming back from this and, "That's for sure." She awoke.
"Oh, hell no," I contested and explained to him, either take her with him or I'll toss her to the streets where damaged women belong. She sat up, her eyes locked on me. So Roger proceeded to help get his girlfriend dressed. As he handed her red lacy panties, she yanked them from his hand. Her furrowed eyebrows indicated relationship problems. Frustrated, he turned his back to her and crossed his arms. She shoved them under my pillow. Ugh, awkward. But something was odd with his eyes during this complicated moment as I watched him in the mirror on the wall he faced. Perhaps an allergic reaction to a cuckold—they were watery. Shaking my head, bless his heart.
In conclusion, women have natural confidence unlike guys having to achieve this with dedication and spirit. And if your penis isn't impressive, at least one woman within a crowd of shocked spectators would appreciate the public exposure.
I applaud this charity to the community with conviction and fingers crossed that it enraged readers to the point of injecting TLDR replies:
Today's abundance of online knowledge keeps women informed about men. Forums like Looksmax are a rock-hard shaft foids wrap their minds around to better understand the cock that lurks inside their erotic fantasies. Ah, yes, Daddy's about to share a secret that doesn't involve you, whore. So get dressed, you creepy ecchi hentai, and get the fuck off this thread!
Foids know the shape and size of their bodies are irrelevant to a cock eager to throw up on them. Penis vomit has no restriction on what flesh toilet to puke inside. Women indeed carry this world with their yummy nipples, lickable areolas, playful titties, moist crevices, edible clits, stretchable labia flaps, and shock-absorbing bahookies. But this doesn't mean they should have influential titles, oh, fuck no!
Did You Know? If you gently pull opposite ends of her labia flap to stretch out the middle, a truth about her will be revealed. It's called the Reptilian Windowpane Test. As you pull, the pussy flap in the center will become thinner and thinner, until, at some point, you might see light through it. If this happens, she's a fucking reptilian.
Women have "complicated" moments that tease common sense assessment. But this doesn't mean she's a fucking retard. Not all women are Greta Thunberg. Some are rather sneaky and dirty, like those fucking liberals. Who do you think was the vendor of the transgender push? It was them—in plain sight. The hateful cunts, severely injured by the supremacy of the male gender, knew the trannies would upset masculinity. They knew that guys in women's clothes using the same bathroom as their girlfriends, wives, daughters, sisters, and mothers would make them furious. However, in retaliation, guys shoved back and tossed those creeps into female sports, thus preventing athletic women from achieving glory. Yet the nerdy, fat, ugly bitches fondled it with retribution energy. Ah, yes, it brought them gratification to watch the beautiful bullies lose in sports.
Sick fucking world
Women have no problem getting butt-naked in a man's presence. Or a room packed with guys. She knows many of them would fuck her. Drunk or not, a penis doesn't discriminate. Ugh, what's a gal gotta do to find the right one? Shaking my head, bless her heart. They aren't afraid to express their intentions, hunger, and lustful desires. I would know. Because for many years, I've not only jackhammered hundreds of vaginas, I caused quite a few to turn lesbian.
Back in 2016, I had a private party at my place with three women—Rita, Iris, and Cora. The latter guest broke the ice with, "I heard you got a big dick." Ugh, right? I nodded. Her friends got quiet, staring at her with wide eyes. Then she said, "Show me." Iris blurted, You bad gurl. Rita gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. But Cora was determined!
Whenever a woman asks to see your cock, she wants to get the party started. She doesn't have time for chit-chats and mind games. If you have the ribeye, or in my case, a porterhouse, showcase it with confidence. And so I did.
The room went silent.
With her dilated pupils and a watering mouth, Cora swept her tongue across her lip. I lifted my chin with pride, my hands resting on my hips as I examined Rita and Iris's worried expressions. Ah, yes, they knew an event like this could escalate quickly and lead to an act of regret the following day. Cora asked my jackhammer, "Why aren't you in the porn business?" As I tried to speak on his behalf, she cut me off. "You rather give it away for free, isn't that right, boy?" Iris chuckled a sec while gently biting the tip of her index finger, staring at Mr. Showboat. But Rita's mesmerized eyes, also glued to it, didn't hear the smart-ass remark.
I turn my attention to you, the readers, and wink. "Who is he winking at?" Iris asked with her head cocked.
"Oh my gad, he really is skitzo!" Rita said while blinking. She hugged her concerned friend tightly as her lips trembled.
Cora continued to eye me like a wild cat stalking its warthog. Exhaling a breath of air, she stood and placed her drink on the end table. While unfastening her jeans, she insisted, "I want that in my gut, motherfucker." She peeled her denims off. To my shock, she wore no underwear.
Rita and Iris rose as the former said, "Looks like we're whoring up." They unbuttoned their shorts, revealing her silky whites and Iris's purple-laced panties.
I return to you, the readers, and react, "Ugh, right?" The ladies ignored me this time.
Long story short, I told them to get dressed and leave. I added, "I don't fuck 9th-dimensional reptilians donned in human flesh!"
As I packed the ol' Cervix Tear Experience into my Wranglers, Cora threatened me, "Bitch, you gonna get pop-pop-pop!" They hurried their whore threads on in a tantrum as I showed them the way out. Upon closing the door in her face, she hinted at a perilous occurrence by pointing her index finger and wiggling her thumb while lip-syncing 'pop' several times. Shaking my head. But this wasn't my usual behavior.
A month later, into mid-summer, I had a threesome with a buddy I called Roger. Although that wasn't his name. He stopped questioning my error a few weeks into our friendship. Anywho, he had a tiny pecker. I knew the difficulties he must've endured with his woman, so I invited both over.
On my king-size bed, I'm pushing into his girlfriend, taking my time, so I don't injure myself. Roger sat across from me. His back against the headboard, his hands embraced her face while he studied her expressions. I asked him, "How is she taking it, partner?"
"She's confused, that's for sure, buddy," Roger replied. "Her mouth hasn't closed yet, and her eyes keep swaying as if she didn't know about those places inside her."
"Yeah, that happens," I assured him. But something wasn't right, so I pressed, "Why isn't she blowing you?"
"Well, buddy, every time I put my small pecker-" I interrupted him.
"Tiny."
"Oh, my bad," he apologized for his blunder and corrected himself. "Every time I put my tiny pecker in her mouth, she won't suck it. Her mouth hasn't shut as her eyes wander in perplexity. It appears a stressful disturbance is occurring inside her body, preventing the proper functioning of the muscles in her mouth and throat. This is quite sad to watch because she never reacts this way with me." I nodded with sympathy. He concluded, "Very educational, Jim. I appreciate this experience, buddy."
"Tell me how she reacts to this," I said and went a few inches deeper inside her, tearing through the cervix wall as she snarled a mewl.
"Oh, wow, buddy!" Roger responded with a thrill. "She looks like she's going to throw up. Her eyes are nearly popping out of her face." Not only that, but her shoulders tensed, her back arched, and her hand pressed against my thigh as if rallying me to go deeper. And so I did.
Later that evening, Roger tried sneaking out of my apartment while his girlfriend was asleep. Still naked, she was beside me with her leg over mine and her face rested on my chest. Ugh, she was worn out. But what a trooper! I told him he was forgetting something and gestured to his sleeping beauty. He muttered, "You can have her, buddy." What a hurtful thing to say about his fiancé. He raised his voice and told me there was no coming back from this and, "That's for sure." She awoke.
"Oh, hell no," I contested and explained to him, either take her with him or I'll toss her to the streets where damaged women belong. She sat up, her eyes locked on me. So Roger proceeded to help get his girlfriend dressed. As he handed her red lacy panties, she yanked them from his hand. Her furrowed eyebrows indicated relationship problems. Frustrated, he turned his back to her and crossed his arms. She shoved them under my pillow. Ugh, awkward. But something was odd with his eyes during this complicated moment as I watched him in the mirror on the wall he faced. Perhaps an allergic reaction to a cuckold—they were watery. Shaking my head, bless his heart.
In conclusion, women have natural confidence unlike guys having to achieve this with dedication and spirit. And if your penis isn't impressive, at least one woman within a crowd of shocked spectators would appreciate the public exposure.
I applaud this charity to the community with conviction and fingers crossed that it enraged readers to the point of injecting TLDR replies:
