Now before you dismiss such a notion, think about it for a second. They don't shower so you know they got that extra sticky extra grippy poon tang that will hold onto your Johnson and not let go like a bratwurst stuck to flypaper. That mushy gushy after years on the streets would be like sticking your dick in between the bars of the Pearly Gates of Heaven. Another thing is that the biggest cause of homelessness in America is mental illness, and everybody knows crazy bitches are the best in bed. 99 times out of 98 they are not pillow princesses; they fuck like their life depends on it. Riding it like a mechanical bull, gagging on your meat, calling you daddy, all that shit and more. Normally, you have to pay a premium for those extra deluxe grade A pussy appointments. When you fuck around with insane girls, it’s not uncommon for them to key your car, but homeless people don't even have keys; they're homeless. All of the benefits and none of the consequences. Yeah, the smell might be a little unpleasant, but you and I both know how high the threshold of disgust is for us fellas when we're balls deep. And our noses become resistant to foul odors fairly quickly so after awhile you won't even notice it. The only question is will you be able to last long enough in that box and not bust before that immunity kicks in. An added bonus is that you'll be able to finish inside cuz it's not like she's gonna be able to track you down for child support. She's homeless for fuck's sake. And the best part of this, is that it wouldn't even be that hard to do anyways; ten dollars worth of crack is the price of admission for the most exquisite pleasure you will ever experience. I'm telling you, open your mind, take a shot of penicillin, and ask not what you can do for the homeless population; ask what the homeless population can do for you.
Fellas is it gay to kiss a girl i mean your literally kissing someone who likes dicc, Fellas is it gay to drink water i mean the male body is literally 70% water you're literally deepthroating another man Fellas, is it gay to look in a mirror i mean you're literally checking out a man body, Fellas is it gay to make money i mean you're literally collecting pictures of other men, Fellas is it gay to master bait i mean you're literally touching a dicc, Fellas is it gay to see i mean you're literally observing in a world with lots of dicc, Fellas is it gay to be a man i mean you're literally walking around with a dicc attached to you, Fellas is it gay to breathe i mean you're literally inhaling dicc particles, Fellas is it gay to to exist i mean your litterally choosing to be in a world with so much dicc.
Holy fucking shit. I want to bang the tf2 sniper so goddamn bad. I can't stand it anymore. Every time I go to 2fort battlements I get a massive erection. I've seen literally every rule 34 post there is of him online. My dreams are nothing but constant fucking sex with mundy. I'm sick of waking up every morning with six nuts in my boxers and knowing that those are nuts that should've been busted inside of snipers tight assassin bussy. I want him to have my assassin/crazed gunman babies.
Fuck, my fucking mom caught me fucking my dad's rifle again. I'd modify it to look like his gun and went to fucking town. She hasn't said a word to me in 10 hours and I'm worried she's gonna take away my PC. I might not ever get to see sniper again.
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My kitten (my angel, my love, my darling) is chubby, subby and femme. He just mentioned that seeing porn that reflects his body type makes him feel better.
He is the prettiest loveliest thing I've ever seen, so I'm all over the chance to make him feel that way. Does anyone have good references for (drawn) porn of cute femboys with tummies? I would owe you my life ;-;
Context: My best friend from college was an extreme all-rounder. From excelling at academics to having a great social life and relationships, he had it all covered. I never resented him but had this animalistic urge to pull him down to a deprived state, to be above him in the social hierarchy. WHAT BETTER WAY TO DO THIS THAN FUCKING HIS MOM, RIGHT?
I mean, I will always be superior to him, No matter how much he accomplishes. Anyways so, I made this the goal of my otherwise meaningless life. I would repeatedly tell him, "I'm going to fuck your mom," but he thought I was joking (You wanna bet?).
And So, initially, I snooped around his legal documents (which were easy to get a hold of since he was my roommate). I would tease him occasionally, but that was just cheap fun, time to kick it up a notch.
During sleepovers at his house, I would discreetly try to strike up conversations with his mother, but See, Indian parents can be unnecessarily conservative. They won't even have sex with one another, let alone cheat with a stranger. So the chances of me seducing her were dim, to begin with. Drugging her was out of the question (because that would be rape, and it's illegal in India), and I obviously won't indulge in such demeaning acts.
Consent is not overrated, as some hooligans believe.
So my only option was to wait for her to die and fuck the decaying brains out of Ex-Mrs.M (Ex for Expired lmfaoo).
Patience does pay. Finally, after waiting 20 dreadful years, the (D for dick, haha) D-Day came, for which I waited so anxiously. He invited me to her funeral. After all, I'm his best friend.
Now Hold-up, as for the Deus ex machina, Hindus generally burn the dead body, so it would've been difficult for me to fuck her ashes. For those wondering what I did while she was alive. Well, I spent all that time trying to manipulate him and his family to convert to Christianity.
Getting back, now after the funeral, I waited for everyone to leave. That day the sun was particularly picturesque, with the carefree crimson clouds strolling in the sky. I dug up the grave, broke open the coffin, and Man, did I give her a good fuck. The kind of fuck she never got when she was alive, The surreal sexual fulfillment which, even though she was dead, her body couldn't deny as her vagina clenched, which made me bust my nut prematurely (I'm not proud of it). I fucked her not out of love but out of pity.
Guys, rigor mortis is a sham. A good pounding can unite those dead or alive.
As I stroked my flaccid penis, I made eye contact with my best friend. A bouquet of freshly plucked flowers fell from his hands along with a teardrop which struck the ground simultaneously. He completely broke down, knees too weak to support his frail body, and all this time, he still looked into the eyes of the man who bested him.
I condescendingly looked at that pathetic excuse for a man, blood rushed into my penis, and I got the most rigid erection of my life. I vigorously rubbed my cock, and a fountain of jizz came out and spilled everywhere on his mother's body. The lighting made my seed look almost golden. Dopamine rushed through my nerves. I felt elated.
I then walked towards him with my pants still down, " Wanna go munging?" I offered. He felt a sharp pain in his heart, and he fell unconscious.
He's been in a coma ever since. Being a good friend, I now look after his family. But I guess his mother wasn't enough for me, hehe. His sister, wife, and daughter are next on my Fill-Bill!
