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I’ve been looking at the G-spot of the female character Mona from the Genshin impact

    Mona copypasta from Genshin Impact
    I've been looking at the G-spot of the female character Mona from the Genshin impact game created in China by the multi-million dollar company hoyoverse.

I started studying the structure in what took about 10 minutes by searching for rules png pulled from Google

And seeing that Mona's dress is very tight to the body (this can be seen when seeing that the navel is visible to the naked eye) Mona has a G-spot that is 2cm high and a width of about 1.8cm

Add that the average depth of a woman is 8cm plus the fact that she can stretch

Basically, to please this lady you would need about 10 cm

With 15 you can hurt her and with around 20 you can kill her.

    Scaramouche Copypasta

      I’m sick of Wanderer

      I can't take it anymore. I'm sick of Wanderer. I try to play Kazuha. My Wanderer deals more damage. I try to play Ganyu. My Wanderer deals more damage. I try to play Cyno. My Wanderer deals more damage. I want to play Yelan. I have more fun with Wanderer. I want to play Raiden, Tankfei - they both want to be Wanderer's supports. He threatens to step on me. I farm hanguards for him. I cook for him. I decorate my teapot for him. I give him the Widsith. He isn't satisfied. I pull Lost Prayer to the Sacred Winds. "I don't want more movement speed," He tells me. "Give me more damage." He grabs my Faruzan and forces er artifacts down her throat. "You just need to give me some more attack speed. I can deal more damage with Tulaytullah's Remembrance." I can't pull for Tulaytullah, I don't have enough primogems. He grabs my credit card. It declines. "Huh. How irritating." He starts to levitate. He says "Bow your head". There is no hint of sadness in his eyes. Nothing but 5 hits of instant, raw anemo dmg. What a cruel world.

      The Scaramouche pledge

      The Scaramouche pledge

Since Scaramouche is the paragon of human virtue without equal past or present, he is most resplendent in love, tributes and accolades. Waking or sleeping, I must not forget Scaramouche's great boon and in order to return his favour by day and by night, I should only think of fulfilling my loyalty.

Who is Scaramouche? For the blind, he is their vision. For the deaf, he is their music. For the mute, he is their voice. For the anosmiac, he is their aroma. For the numb, he is their feeling. For the atrophied, he is their muscle. For the starved, he is their sustenance. For the thirsty, he is their water. For the exhausted, he is their energy. For the depressed, he is their happiness. For the disillusioned, he is their hope. For the pessimistic, he is their optimism. For the disadvantaged, he is their champion. For the marginalized, he is their justice. For the oppressed, he is their salvation. For the righteous, he is their symbol. For the enlightened, he is their muse. For the erudite, he is their education.

If Scaramouche speaks, I listen. If Scaramouche questions, I answer. If Scaramouche orders, I obey. If Scaramouche opines, I agree. If Scaramouche fears, I assure. If Scaramouche hopes, I dream. If Scaramouche is happy, I am jubilant. If Scaramouche is angry, I am apoplectic. If Scaramouche is sad, I am disconsolate.

Scaramouche is my ideal, Scaramouche is my romance, Scaramouche is my passion. Scaramouche is my strength, Scaramouche is my compass, Scaramouche is my destination. Scaramouche is my language, Scaramouche is my culture, Scaramouche is my religion.

Scaramouche is my ocean, Scaramouche is my mountain, Scaramouche is my sky, Scaramouche is my air, Scaramouche is my sun, Scaramouche is my moon, Scaramouche is my world. Scaramouche is history, Scaramouche is present, Scaramouche is future.

If Scaramouche has a million fans, I am one of them. If Scaramouche has a thousand fans, I am one of them. If Scaramouche has a hundred fans, I am one of them. If Scaramouche has ten fans, I am one of them. If Scaramouche has only one fan, that is me. If Scaramouche has no fans, I no longer exist. If the whole universe is for Scaramouche, then I am for the whole universe. If the whole universe is against Scaramouche, then I am against the whole universe. I will love, cherish, and protect Scaramouche until my very last breath; my successors will love, cherish and protect Scaramouche until their very last breath.

      According to all known laws of aviation…

      According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that Scaramouche should be able to fly. His hat is too big to get his fat little body off the ground. Scaramouche, of course, flies anyways. Because Scaramouche doesn't care what humans think is impossible.

      I was born to server Scara

      call me old fashioned but i was born to serve scara. i do the laundry, cook dinner, clean dishes. i live to serve & carry out every demand of him on the slightest whim, its what i was put on this earth to do. if scara cheats on me then its my fault he caught me slipping up.

      Okbuddy response to sex

        Every okbuddy response to a sex joke
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        PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP!!! GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANT!!!
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        A Tale of Noelle: An Aspiring Knight With a Massive Cock

          Once upon a time in the magical land of Teyvat, there was a young girl named Noelle. She was a hardworking maid of Mondstadt, a bustling city known for its windmills and freedom. Noelle had a dream: she wanted to become a Knight of Favonius, the proud defenders of Mondstadt. There was just one "small" detail that set her apart from everyone else - her extraordinarily large penis.

Noelle's cock was a thing of legend. It was so grand and prominent that people couldn't help but stare at it. Yet, Noelle's determination to become a knight never wavered. She believed that her schlong, much like her heart, was simply meant to be big.

One day, as Noelle was sweeping the floors of the Knights of Favonius headquarters, she overheard a conversation between two knights. They were discussing a dangerous mission to clear a nearby monster-infested cave. The mission was perilous, and the knights were hesitant to take it on.

Noelle's heart raced with excitement. She knew this was her chance to prove herself. She approached the knights and volunteered for the mission.

The knights looked at each other, then back at Noelle. "You?" one of them said, stifling a laugh. "With that huge penis of yours swinging about, you'll scare away the monsters before you even get near them!"

Undeterred, Noelle insisted, "I am strong, and I am brave. I will complete this mission and prove that I am worthy of becoming a Knight of Favonius."

The knights, impressed by her determination, reluctantly agreed to let her join them. Together, they set off to the monster-infested cave.

As they journeyed through the treacherous terrain, Noelle's cock proved to be an unexpected advantage. Its size allowed her to woo many hilichurls, as they loved seeing it wildly flail about whenever she ran. Her charismatic member allowed the team to navigate safely on the perilous land.

When they finally reached the cave, they found it teeming with ferocious monsters. Noelle took a deep breath, mustered all her courage, and charged into battle. Her penis became a beacon of hope, inspiring both fear and awe in her enemies.

The knights fought valiantly alongside Noelle, their teamwork unstoppable. With each swing of her mighty claymore and meaty cock, Noelle crushed the monsters, clearing the cave and completing the mission.

Upon their return to Mondstadt, the news of Noelle's heroics spread like wildfire. The people of the city, who once mocked her for her massive schlong, began to see her in a new light. They celebrated her accomplishments and recognized the great potential within her.

The Knights of Favonius, moved by Noelle's unwavering determination and courage, finally accepted her as one of their own. Noelle's dream of becoming a knight had come true, and her large cock had played a significant role in her success.

From that day forward, Noelle proudly wore her knight's armor and fought for the safety and freedom of Mondstadt. Her grand penis had become a symbol of her strength, and her story inspired countless others to embrace their unique qualities, proving that even the most unlikely heroes can achieve greatness.

          Please God, I want to impregnate Kuki Shinobu so bad

            Please God, I want to impregnate Kuki Shinobu so bad. I want her to bear my children with those beautiful child-bearing hips. That beautiful, radiant ninja. Like a goddess, having come down to Earth to cleanse us of our sins.

Kuki Shinobu is beyond divine. I can’t help but drop to my knees in worship whenever I see her beautiful figure. I yearn for her in a way both primal and spiritual. I would commit more war crimes than every president in United States history just to lick the sweet, glistening sweat from her smooth, creamy skin. I want to listen to her moans as my manhood throbs within her, I want to hear her heart race as our bodies become one and our souls irreversibly intertwine in the holy sin of carnal union.

I want to suckle at her motherly bosom, slurping that rich coconut milk from her teat as she gently strokes my raging erection. I would stir her velvety Inazuman cream into my coffee and let my balls boil in it. Her cries of pleasure and the rocking of our bed would be louder than the cacophony of ten thousand drone strikes. I would make love to her until my body gave out, and then some. I would let her break my rib cage with any part of her body. I would let her hit me with her car just to be near her for a brief moment.

She’s so perfect it hurts. Every moment without her I suffer a pain worse than breaking every bone in my body simultaneously while drowning and also having shards of glass coated in hot sauce forced through every orifice of my body. I want her, I need her. I want to desecrate her pure, white pantsuit. I want to start a family with her and retire after our twenty seven children have grown up and moved out. I want to see those luscious lips speak such filthy, perverse words into my ear while she slides ice cubes down my gaping pisshole.

I want to fuck her like she owes me money. I would let her step on me, just to feel the soft, firm warmth of her feet upon my face and groin area. I would sleep under her just to catch her drool in my mouth. I would fish the strands of hair from her shower drain just to smell her alluring scent, and braid them into necklaces to keep her with me always. Or cock rings. Whichever would please her more.

God please, I would do anything for her. I would relinquish my life, all my hopes and dreams, just to become the socks on her feet so that I may warm her mouthwatering toes with my very being, so that she may feel the heat of my love always. I would encase myself in cement and become her doorstep, so that she may wipe her heels upon my face. I would tear my own limbs off. I don’t know what I’d do after that, or why she might want my limbs. But I would do it.

My queen, my goddess, the light of my life. Please God, let me have her. I want her to be mine and only mine. I would lick the Dango milk syrup from her fingers and fill her belly button with honey mustard to dip my tendies in. I would give her a sponge-bath with my tongue every morning and serve her breakfast in bed. I would let her eat her eggs and pancakes off my body if it pleased her, no matter how painful the third-degree burns would be.

I would bear the torment of eternal damnation until the end of time to taste the seat of her car but once. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her, nothing I wouldn’t say. I would beat my own mother to death with my engorged penis if it would bring a smile to Shinobu's shining face. I wouldn’t even let myself cum until she gave me permission.

I love you, Kuki Shinobu. Please. Be mine. Be my wife, my lover, my everything. Say yes. I see it in your eyes, when you’re up there on that debate stage talking about the Arataki Gang's juvenile crimes or whatever. Get to C6, respond to my 10x pulls. Something. Give me a sign, Shinobu. I’m waiting for you.

I’ll always be waiting for you.

            Own a Klee for home defense

              Own a Klee for home defense, since that's what the archons intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my Dodoco Tales and Mondstadt terrorist . Blow a temari ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my Sparks 'n' Splash on the second man, miss him entirely because of auto-targeting and nails the cooking pot. I have to resort to the Jumpty Dumpty located at the top of the stairs loaded with mines, "Boom Boom Bakudan!" the Jumpty Dumpty shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra mines set off alarms. Fix aim and charge attack the last terrified rapscallion. He bleeds out waiting on the Knights of Favonious to arrive since critical hit wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the archons intended.