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Down bad for Kafka

    I am so fucking down terrible, down horrendous, down abyssal, down chaotic, down to fucking hell and back for Kafka. Everyday I check 20 times just to see if a single new Kafka porn art has been posted. The moment I see those curveous milkers and tight shorts I feel like my boner would rip my pants open. I want to embrace her, to rip those pantyhoses and go to town on that velvety entrance, to lick her nape and breasts and bark like a dog, to thrust my hips into hers until both our bowels are so sore we're unable to walk the next day. I'll scream "mommy", and she'll scream my name as we bathe ourselves in nothing but pure lust. Those hips are BORN to be bred. We'd be doing doggy style, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, pushed against the wall, scissoring, you name it. And she'll be screaming at the top of her lungs when I finally release my sweet genetic riches into her den, finally hitting the jackpot of pleasure. But we wouldn't stop there, oh no: the night does not end until I forcefully thrust into her so much that she passes out. Then we'd be cuddling and sending each other to the dream realm. And probably have even more sex there. I can't help it guys; fuck saving the universe if it means getting to sex mommy Kafka's pussy first.
    Kafka: "Take it. You sissy bitch. Let me DESTROY your ass pussy." Me: "UGH~! MMPH! OOOOGH~! MOMMY KAFKA, PLEASE, S-ST-" Kafka rips her hand across my ass like a rubber band, leaving a tarnishing red mark. Kafka: "Did I say you can talk? No." *PLAAAP PLAAAP PLAAAAP!* Kafka's strap-on continued on.
    The things i want Kafka to do to me are so mind boggling and jaw dropping that i had to sever all relationships with other people to be able to express even a point percentage of my love for her. I want her to peg me until i'm her senseless plaything. Every day, i wake up and i go "i wish kafka was fucking the shit out of me right now", and i repeat that phrase once every 5 minutes to remind myself of how desperate i am to feel the pleasure that being with Kafka would bring. I want her to violently grip my slutty waist, pull me in, kiss me roughly until i get close and then finish the job with her hands. If i had my hands on Kafka for one day and one day only, she would be so happy and satisfied with my service that she would stay forever and never leave. Because i would follow every single order that comes out of her juicy plump lips and sexy mouth. I fucking love Kafka.