Imagine this thing sliding into your bussy. Imagine it, and write a 300-word essay about it in this thread.
Imagine this thing sliding into your bussy. Imagine it, and write a 300-word essay about it in this thread
Daniel Long
Eli Roberts
is this in a plane?
Dominic Bell
What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck is wrong with you
Nolan Turner
>those shorts
Leo Miller
I've never tried it before but I know I never come to class or do any work, but I'm really swamped with assignments in other classes. I've never done a 300-word essay before so its really freaking me out. You see, the problem is I have really bad anxiety and my dog just died. We were really close and his name was Hadrian. I called him that because he was good at jumping over our fence and getting over the yard. So Hadrian is sort of an ironic name (Hadrian built a wall separating England and Scotland [except at the time, these were known as Brittania and Caledonia, respectively] from each other and it still stands today, or at least the remnants of it). The Band was Bob Dylan's backing band and they wrote a song called Caledonia which is rumored to be about a girl who ratted on those good ol' Canadian boys for smoking the devil's lettuce in the sewer. Rick Wright had bad anxiety too. Sometimes they can get their tails tangled and knotted. Its called a rat king. Except I mean that Hadrian wasn't a king, he was an emperor of the Romans in the desert for forty knights of the round table. King Arthur actually was a king, unlike Hadrian, but its just a legend and most maps are completely useless without those but sometimes you can figure it out if you have your wits about you. Half of it is having half having halving baffling so on top of the anxiety, and stress from the other assignments, I am sliding again into a pool or in snooker you have to sink one of the red balls before you can hit the blue ball getting fucked in my bussy and not being able to cum.
Caleb Wood
That is the most beautiful truck interior I've ever seen.
Julian Rogers
nice phimosis bro
Isaac Peterson
thats not phymosis dude thats just a normal human dick without being cut by jews, that foreskin goes back easily
Gavin Jones
>that foreskin goes back easily
Not saying I don't believe you, but I'm gonna need proof.
Carter Lee
Thats a nice cock and all,OP,but it doesnt really stand up to mine
Thomas Anderson
Then get an european boyfriend fag
Hunter Moore
Well I've got my own foresking that goes back easily, but I want to see OP's.
Juan Sullivan
Whaaat the fuck that's a fucking finger
Isaiah Sullivan
Thats what a real cock looks like,not some girly boy clit
A cock like that was meant to breed tight holes into gaping abysses,whether they be pussies,asses or bussies
Look at it,it practically oozes manliness and testosteron
Isaac Jones
nice cock bro
no homo
Angel Murphy
Thats not OPs tho
Angel Rogers
I could feel anons swollen glans tearing me apart as he drew another stroke and pumped filthy mixture of lube and shit out of me. How long had we been fucking who knows my legs felt like jelly and I'd forgotten my name from cumming so many times.
But still he stood over me pounding away like some ungodly steam powered fucking machine.
How the fuck was he still hard? My ass was in tatters any semblance of the condom i tactfully applied with my mouth was a distant memory.
It was meat on meat, completely raw but for my own juices and lube he occasionally slathered on in between stokes.
He'd drained me completely dry all I could do was spasm in agony as he pushed himself deep inside time after time.
Was this amateur proctologist really content to fuck me this hard without cumming?
My cries of ecstacy were only met with perfunctory grunts as if this was an act of physical endurance not love. (And I did love him or rather the part of him that was inside me)
Regardless his resolve seemed as strong as his first stroke as was the grip on my slender hips as drew back and forth like a jack hammer.
Battered and bruised from the anal onslaught I thought about telling him to stop but I was in no position to stop him.
I was just a vessel for his penis now a living cocksleeve.
Was this it? Would he just go on fucking me indefinitely?
My body was so numb and my asshole was so pliant it felt like it could.
I was just a lump of clay being remade in his image. My colon had been altered on an atomic level. I existed only to be filled by him.
James Sullivan
god damnit OP stop making me question my sexuality
Joshua Cook
no it;s a truck
Carter Williams
what kind of truck is this?
Leo Jenkins
>Eaton Fuller 15 speed
Semi truck