Octopuses do not have any bones with the exception of their beaks, so if you are responsible and depraved enough to be literally the life support of your 8 limbed friend, you can debeak it like how you'd declaw a cat and then push your member into it's
You can then let it subsist on your baby batter
The Octopus is smart. Very smart. It will learn that without it's beak, it cannot feed on anything else but your human seed that has to be milked from you.
Every morning, you will feel your clothes slide off and
a damp weight on your lower half.
The sensation creeps up your body until most of the jiggly mass has enveloped the entire length. It will start pumping as fast as it can for it is hungry.
The animal gyrates its empty stomach and the folds of its brain rubbing on your glans, begging for nutrition.
You climax and give the marine creature's breakfast. The pumping slows down but doesn't stop to milk out the last few drops of its meal.
Looking into its yellow animal eyes, it looks back with a thousand-yard stare. This will be routine for all of its meals for the rest of it's 3-5 years on this god forsaken planet.
Oh god I wish Polka would show up unannounced at my front porch in her clown car with inflatable condoms shaped like circus elephants. She would barge in through my front door but barley fit as her puffy clown dress leaves almost no room to spare. Polka would then pull me up to the bedroom, but I would be too embarrassed to look at her reaction as the room is entirely decorated in clown memorabilia. With a powerful shove, Polka would push me onto the bed sheets, releasing a honk sound from the bed's hidden integrated clown mechanism. I would then sit there and watch Polka painstakingly take of the layers of her clown outfit, as she struggles with the intricacy of the many floofs and puffs. When Polka finally strips to just her underwear, she would mount me and clap down with a powerful grip. Unable to break free of Polka's well trained circus hands, I would surrender my being to whatever she desires. As I'd be held down with a single hand, Polka slides her underwear to the side. Finally. Clussy.
imagine dozens of cockroaches crawling into your dickhole. the feeling of thousands of tiny legs marching across your penis flesh as they travel into your balls and bladder. it hurts, so, so much. you arch your back from the discomfort, but deep down you love it. you love the fact you are at the mercy of these bugs that don’t even know how much they are ruining you. you stifle a moan by biting your lower lip as your uretha stretches to it’s limit, ready to break open at any moment. you want it so bad; it’s already enough that they are beginning to explore your insides, and you can feel where every one of them is and what they are doing with insatiable pleasure. the vibration they give off from their crawling and wriggling is practically driving you mad with shameful lust, and you feel yourself reaching your climax. you are full on panting now, and you get the hardest you’ve ever been. eventually all the stimulation becomes too strong, and you cum bucketloads onto the ground, practically roaring from the sensation. the cockroaches were crushed from the sudden force, and one by one they come back out, guts, skin and all. by the time you are done, there is a puddle on the floor of white liquid and broken, mangled cockroach parts.
you are banned from that taco bell the very next day.
I want to fuck Schlatt so bad, whenever I see him, I get a raging boner I cannot control. I've masturbated to all of streams, twice. I would go through the Sahara for a month with no water if it meant I could give a single lick to his smooth bussy. I want too breed him until he vomits my cum.
Every time I see him, I want to lick his whole body from head to feet. I want to cover him with my fluids and my smell.
I bet he's a little naughty bratty bottom that needs to be corrected by dicks. I want to force him into a maid outfit with cat ear, all the while he begs me not too, then breed his neg hole and give him the gift. I want to hear him cry and beg me not to make him poz. I want to turn him into a depraved sex slave who'll beg for cocks.
I once came so hard from the idea of covering his sweet little body, with ants. The mere thought of seeing them enter his urethra gives me a gigantic boner. I drool when i think of him crying and moaning in pleasure all the while more and more of them enter his penis, stimulating it. His screams of terror as they start tearing his penis from the inside make me squirm.
Oh god, I want to fuck him so much, sometime I think about tracking him just to do this to him.
I fucking love the minecraft bee. The minecraft bee is the only thing that gets me off anymore. Normal porn just won't cut it, I swear. I can get it up, but NEVER cum. No matter how hard I try. So I've gotta switch tabs, go to e621 and search minecraft bee. I just wanna be normal, but it's so hard- little cute minecraft bees are just so fucking hot. I imagine dominating them while they squeal in pleasure-Fuck, I'm hard just typing this. Of course, I'll jack to any minecraft creature. It's all just so fucking hot. I can only get off to the bee anymore, but that's ok, you know? But am I a furry? Of course not. Jacking off to the minecraft bee doesn't make me a furry, I just really wanna fuck it. I can cum in a minimum of 2 minutes.
Tarzan went through puberty around apes. He was conditioned to a certain way of life because of his environment.
You cannot convince me otherwise that Tarzan didn’t get aroused by either an ape or something else and then that ape smelling that hormonal change. That ape would’ve acted on instinct and since Tarzan was raised around them it’s extremely likely that he’d follow their lead. The first time he got horny he probably didn’t know what to do. It would only makes sense that he learned how to deal with those sexual urges the same way the apes did.
As for the STD… apes and humans having sex is a big no no. The sanitation is just not there. The bacteria would be raging all around his dick. He probably wouldn’t even clean it afterwards. Gorilla parts and man parts just don’t mix. Bestiality 101
