I'm telling you, the real reason Walter broke bad was because he received the world's shittiest handjob which made him reconsider his entire existence. Your wife yanking around your 50 year old half chub with 10% of her attention while simultaneously borderline orgasming at selling a girthy 8,5 inch vase on eBay for 56 dollars is an experience that people in the darkest bdsm dungeons would be shivering at. I swear to god Walter Jr. is probably having a wilder sex life on the other side of the wall with his sock than these two have had in the past five years.
So when he received his cancer diagnosis the prolonged silence was not due to shock but because of pure bliss and relief because he knew that in a few years he'll likely be dead and won't have to live like that.
That's why when he received the news of remission he was so goddamn angry. And I don't know why people see the Salamanca twins as villains, they were clearly just tryna help a homie out and spare him from this existence. Oh, but why did they go after Hank then, you might ask? Well, then you clearly don't remember Hank's handjob scene from season 4, they were trying to save him from that. Really they were the true heroes of this show trying to save people from fucking miserable, dick shriveling handjobs.
And then, of course, shit starts happening, Skyler fucks Ted and Walt goes off the chain prolly thinking stuff like "bet she didn't give just a shitty handjob to Ted, oh no! My god, I wouldn't even be surprised if she agreed to do anal with him! While I've been pleading for years!". That right there's a thought progression enough to start a man crashing plants in random office buildings. And the way it can mess with your sexual thinking, Lord only knows what kind of cataclysmic insanities Walt was busting nuts to while living alone.
But then Walt has a romantic dinner with Gus, realises there's at least someone who'd probably agree to have anal with him, meanwhile Ted gets paralyzed, no more anal for him, Walt calls up Skyler "I won".
Now Walt can be smug for the entirety of season 5, he's back on top of the sex chain. So Breaking Bad is really about Walt's sexual transformation from a submissive forced-into-humiliation-kink middle aged man to a borderline sex offender to an off the rails cuck to a pure alpha male who's ascended past sex and at the end of season 5 we can see him die with bliss on his face because he's redeemed himself.
Just imagine her, sweating and panting, desperately trying to hold back crying out in pain. The hot tears running down her cheeks. Fighting a losing battle to keep her grip on reality as the hormones and receptors, overwhelmed by the pressure and burning sensations, cause her to lose all perception of time and surrounding. Being too sick and exhausted to even sit up, but still forced to continue enduring because she no longer has control over her own body. Feeling her pelvis split in two as she bears down hard and pushes with her rapidly diminishing strength. Having to content, not only with becoming a mother at such a young and tender age, plummeting self-esteem at the sight of her once slender body becoming the size of a planet, fear of being socially ostracized, but the unending terror of Nazi persecution of the Jews as well. That her agony-induced cries, no matter how muffled, will attract attention and be a death sentence for her and her entire family.
God, The mere though of it makes my cock harder than Chinese algebra
I posted on here a couple days ago but I am still freaked out. I am able to suck my own cock and my mother was staying at my place as she has no power right now. I thought she was shopping so I decided to suck my cock. However, when I was finished I looked up at the door way and she was standing there and said oh wow and then walked away. She went into my guest room right after.
I swear all she does all day is masterbate and masterbate, it sounds like she's mixing mac n cheese and you can hear it through the whole fucking house. My mom has been complaining to her but my sister just started going louder and louder. Worst part is my computer is in her room and everyday I have to go in there and see her just fucking DEMOLISHING her pussy, juices flying everywhere! and then i say "hey maybe out down a towel to keep clean atleast," BUT SHE JUST FUCKING IGNORES ME. I cant stand living here honestly. Yesterday when I went to go use my computer it was absolutely drenched in her juices, and she stained at least 6 of my shirts by now. And all my friends at school tease me, "haha haha tobias got his sister's grool on his shirt," "girlcum tobias" has become my nickname. I hate it!
There is this really hot femboy at my school, I first had a crush on him when I saw his cute face with really long blonde hair that was bending over in front of me, I realized he had Heterochromia (multi-color-eyes) which made me have more of crush on him. What triggered me to touch him is when he came to school with girly clothes like a pink sweater and tight jeans, I went up to him and started stroking his hair, he started purring which made me really horny. He then started screaming at me so I got mad and put up his ass on the chair and started fucking him. He got really scared and even asked me to stop, he screamed louder. Teachers tried to get me off but it was too late, my sticky warm fluid already entered his ass and he felt it, he felt really embarrassed so he started crying. After i finished breeding him, I apologized if I spanked him too hard when we fucked, He said it was alright and then we kissed.
Me sinto mal após gozar na minha tartaruga..
Por que diabos eu faria isso? Eu nunca deveria ter me masturbado na frente da minha tartaruga. Então, basicamente, eu estava assistindo pornô na minha TV de 55 polegadas e minha tartaruga estava ao meu lado no sofá. O pornô era muito antigo, era um DVD de 2002. Provavelmente foi o pornô mais gostoso que eu já assisti e honestamente eu provavelmente vou assistir pornô em dvd ao invés da internet. A única razão pela qual eu tinha minha tartaruga comigo era porque sempre que gozo, me sinto muito deprimido e solitário, então pensei que se minha tartaruga estivesse comigo eu não me sentiria sozinho. Bem, comecei a acariciar minha piroca, usei loção, tirei todas as minhas roupas, mas tive a tendência de esquecer os lenços. Percebi que esqueci de pegar os lenços, mas era tarde demais. Eu ia gozar. Eu não queria gozar em todos os lugares, então eu tinha que pensar rápido. Foi quando vi minha tartaruga que percebi o que tinha que fazer. Eu gozei pra caralho, como um filho da puta. Minha tartaruga foi pintada inteira com meu esperma, incluindo seu pequeno rosto e seu casco. Ele não disse uma palavra sobre isso, ele não se moveu, ele apenas ficou lá olhando para mim como se eu tivesse matado um monte de crianças. Eu nunca esqueceria o olhar que minha tartaruga me deu. Seu rosto decepcionante partiu meu coração. Vesti minha roupa, levei minha tartaruga para o banheiro e limpei-a. O que aconteceu, aconteceu. Mas minha tartaruga nunca esqueceria o que aconteceu. Minha tartaruga, Tommy, nunca me perdoaria. Hoje, passei por ele e sei que ele ainda se lembra do que fiz com ele 3 horas atrás. Meu único desejo é que um dia Tommy, a tartaruga, me perdoe por meus pecados horríveis.
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I feel bad after cum on my turtle..
Why the hell would I do that? I should never have masturbated in front of my turtle. So basically I was watching porn on my 55 inch TV and my turtle was next to me on the couch. The porn was very old, it was a 2002 DVD. It was probably the best porn I've ever watched and honestly I'll probably watch porn on dvd instead of the internet. The only reason I had my turtle with me was because whenever I come, I feel very depressed and lonely, so I thought if my turtle was with me I wouldn't feel alone. Well, I started petting my dick, I used lotion, I took off all my clothes, but I tended to forget about the tissues. I realized I forgot to get the tissues, but it was too late. I would enjoy. I didn't want to come everywhere, so I had to think fast. It was when I saw my turtle that I realized what I had to do. I came like a motherfucker. My turtle was painted all over with my sperm, including its little face and its shell. He didn't say a word about it, he didn't move, he just stood there looking at me like I'd killed a bunch of kids. I would never forget the look my turtle gave me. His disappointing face broke my heart. I put on my clothes, took my turtle to the bathroom and cleaned it. What happened, happened. But my turtle would never forget what happened. My turtle, Tommy, would never forgive me. Today I passed him and I know he still remembers what I did to him 3 hours ago. My only wish is that one day Tommy the Turtle will forgive me for my horrible sins.