A Message To The Nooru - Titans of Tartarus
We do not hold any actual malice towards the Nooru.
But we request the immediate release of Tekkerson. More formally, use a TOTem on him.
Mild satire and parodies of obviously horrid groups the individual doesn't support should not warrant a punishment, let alone a permaban. TOT allows it.
It shows that the system is so overly obsessed, it creates a paradox where making fun of something suddenly makes you affiliated with it.
Which rationally, does not make any sense.
I, as the leader of the TOT Government, request a release at once.
Let the baiters and attentionwhores know of TOT's resources, tools and gadgets.
But we request the immediate release of Tekkerson. More formally, use a TOTem on him.
Mild satire and parodies of obviously horrid groups the individual doesn't support should not warrant a punishment, let alone a permaban. TOT allows it.
It shows that the system is so overly obsessed, it creates a paradox where making fun of something suddenly makes you affiliated with it.
Which rationally, does not make any sense.
I, as the leader of the TOT Government, request a release at once.
Let the baiters and attentionwhores know of TOT's resources, tools and gadgets.
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Hey brother 😭🙏 I gotta ask, why didn’t you use Tiki Phonk this time? 🗿 Honestly, Tiki Phonk would’ve matched the whole vibe perfectly and made the edit way more energetic ⚡🔥 The bass, the cowbells, and the overall atmosphere would’ve gone absolutely crazy 🎧💥 I was genuinely expecting that style because it always makes the clips feel smoother, harder, and way more satisfying to watch 👌💯 Don’t get me wrong though, the edit was still clean 🍷 but Tiki Phonk would’ve pushed it to another level entirely 🚀 The way those distorted beats sync with transitions is unmatched 😭 Every flash, zoom, and movement would’ve hit ten times harder 💣 The music basically gives edits an aura 👁️🗿 Like the second the beat drops, everything suddenly feels cinematic and dangerous 😈⚔️Brother, your editing style already fits Tiki Phonk perfectly too 🤝 The pacing, the transitions, the effects — all of it screams for that aggressive energy 🔥 Imagine the bass dropping exactly when the clips switch 💥 or the cowbells echoing during the slow motion parts 🎶 That would’ve been legendary 😭🙏 People definitely would’ve replayed the edit over and over because the vibe would’ve been addicting 📈🌀 That’s the thing with Tiki Phonk 🎧 It doesn’t just sound cool — it transforms the whole experience 🌌 Even simple clips start feeling powerful and memorable 🗿 The atmosphere becomes darker, cleaner, and way more hype ⚡ Without it, the edit still looks good, but with it? Brother… it becomes generational 🍷🔥 Next time, trust the vision and let the Tiki Phonk carry the edit 😭🙏 Let the bass shake the screen 💣 let the transitions breathe with the beat 🎶 and let the aura consume the entire video 👁️🗿 Trust me brother, everything will sound cleaner, hit harder, and feel way more unforgettable 💯 Capiche boy? 🍷🗿
Behold the fool, the jester; he hollers empty skyward boasts, yet heaven remains just as unreachable."
I have a theory too man my theory is that all planets are like big ballsacks and they're all connected to a universal penis through gravity which is the 5th dimension and this penis is fluid and runs through all bodies in the universe and the black holes are like the urethras that sucks in various bits of information and ballsacks and crushes it into a singularity which is the bladder and then the white hole theory comes into play here cause the bladder pisses out all the ballsacks and stuff that would be a pretty cool theory
i want to BREED BREED BREED FEMJANNY I want to SHOVE HER DOWN in an IMMINENT MATING PRESS POSITION and start to *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* until i COOOM inside her EXTRA FERTILE WOMB SEX SEX SEX SEX I will FUCK her PERROSTYLE and MATING PRESSING her all NIGHT and all DAY until the damn bed BREAKS from our ANIMALISTIC COUPLING and everyone in a three KILOMETER radios knows the sound of OUR HIPS SMACKING AGAINST EACH OTHER DEPRAVED, DECADENT, ORGASMIC, TOE CURLING, MIND MELTING SEX with FEMJANNY and making her BEAR A DOZEN OF MY CHILDREN by the end of THE YEAR Holding HANDS with FEMJANNY, LOOKING into her BEAUTIFUL blak EYES and whispering to her that she's the LOVE of my LIFE before having a LONG, LOVEY DOVEY MAKE OUT and HIP GRINDING SESSION until we collapse from EXHAUSTION and fall asleep in each others ARMS!!!
3This was a random confession. Though again, thank you very much for the bumps.i want to BREED BREED BREED FEMJANNY I want to SHOVE HER DOWN in an IMMINENT MATING PRESS POSITION and start to *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* until i COOOM inside her EXTRA FERTILE WOMB SEX SEX SEX SEX I will FUCK her PERROSTYLE and MATING PRESSING her all NIGHT and all DAY until the damn bed BREAKS from our ANIMALISTIC COUPLING and everyone in a three KILOMETER radios knows the sound of OUR HIPS SMACKING AGAINST EACH OTHER DEPRAVED, DECADENT, ORGASMIC, TOE CURLING, MIND MELTING SEX with FEMJANNY and making her BEAR A DOZEN OF MY CHILDREN by the end of THE YEAR Holding HANDS with FEMJANNY, LOOKING into her BEAUTIFUL blak EYES and whispering to her that she's the LOVE of my LIFE before having a LONG, LOVEY DOVEY MAKE OUT and HIP GRINDING SESSION until we collapse from EXHAUSTION and fall asleep in each others ARMS!!!
Warrior z do you fart using a machine just like joe swanson or fart normally like lois grifffin
What did I do? I'd spend weeks denying myself masturbation, unhealthy foods, pornography or anything else that could lower my T-levels. The goal was to have an overdrived libido, sensitive cock, and huge load to shoot. I budgeted what little I had for these sessions that took place in five star hotel rooms. I was always scouting for deals, and if I played it right, I was often able to score palatial suites for marginal rates. It was normal for me to drive several hours or even across state lines for this reason. Once at a hotel I'd always spend the first night preparing my room.
I needed to be sure I could feed, hydrate, and clean myself during the arduous wank ahead. I’d carefully measure out a water allowance to assure I didn’t over or under-hydrate myself, and I’d prepare nourishing snacks that could be easily downed without risk of choking or tooth breakage. I kept my goon setup portable and barebones with just a dozen or so of my favourite printed pictures that I'd strategically blu-tack to the walls and a laptop I'd link to a larger monitor. I'd curate which clips I would use for a given session, trying to limit my selection to ten or so videos at a time. A bit of discipline in this respect ensured I didn't spoil my libidinal appetite.
What happened? I'd take a large dose of LSD (300ug +) and spend the next two hours anxiously trying to hold it together as reality dissolved. Then I'd arrive. The pornography would come alive in a way that was as erotic as it was terrifying. The videos would pop out into reality, like my monitor was a bawdy diorama out of some bad creepypasta. The girls would talk to me and address me directly by name. Pornstars would turn into girls I knew from real life. Mostly they would transform into alien humanoids whose skin glowed red and white-hot. They'd move like spiders and do impossible things. This was my 4D alien brothel in the Zeta Reticuli, and the place I had to keep coming back to.
The hallucinations were often so intense that a simple .jpeg could turn into a full motion video clip that ran for minutes, complete with sound from my headphones. I'd watch the girls I wanted so badly in real life turn into the nastiest cockhungry sluts imaginable who existed solely for my pleasure. They were my goonsluts to possess and be disposed of as I wished. This was the dragon I chased to the absolute seedy depths of misery. The carnal womb-lair of the psychedelic goonrealm. My addiction.
The dread I'd end up feeling would turn my stomach. I knew I was flirting with a schizophrenic break or the consignment of my soul to some malicious entity. As these sessions went on the moans started sounding like ISIS executions. The nubile, perfect young women would become hagged and rotten. Everything had a tendency to transform into the most shocking kind of gore of the sort you'd rather not think about. I'd usually end up too afraid to cum fearing the danger to my soul was too great
Why did I do it? Chronically alone and depressed with terrible social skills, needing to simulate some sort of intimacy and emotional bond.
Why did I stop? I went utterly insane off a couple of bizarrely strong tabs and thought I had died and was in limbo awaiting judgment. I believed everything in my life up until now had lead to this point, like I'd been ensnared in some villain's dastardly plot. LSD was the tool of evil entities and their portal to our realm. This was the real biblical forbidden fruit. There was no reality anymore, or even memory of what reality was. No one could help me and I was sure I was dead. My hotel was as good as a soundstage deep underground within a hellish planet thousands of light years from earth. The scenery outside my window was hollywood trickery just like set the pieces from seinfeld and frasier. I knew there was no escape, as the doors simply led to brick walls, stone face, or worse. I desperately tried to call for an ambulance, first with my mobile, then with my room phone. I gave it everything I had but the phones would not work for me, just like in a bad dream. I figured it was for the best as the paramedics who arrived would inevitably be the those same demons toying with me in disguise.
My terror paralyzed me. This was the shell shock of a soldier dawdling through no mans land in a catatonic stupor. I ran aimlessly into the bathroom and just repeatedly called out the name of an ex-girlfriend perhaps hundreds of times within a couple of minutes. I don't know how I managed to breathe I was speaking nonstop. These felt like my last words and testament, like my soul was trying to grasp at something real and beautiful. It felt like I was in the throes of drowning, moments from inhaling water, knowing I was going to die.
Then after almost blacking out I felt an incredible release and everything slowed down. Fear left me and I felt myself with god. Images from my youth flooded my mind and senses. I felt and saw everything that had happened to me just as it was at the time. I realized how lost I was. I broke down crying and didn't stop crying until 4 hours later.
The folly of chasing this fake world hit me like nothing else had before, and I knew I could no longer run from life.
I needed to be sure I could feed, hydrate, and clean myself during the arduous wank ahead. I’d carefully measure out a water allowance to assure I didn’t over or under-hydrate myself, and I’d prepare nourishing snacks that could be easily downed without risk of choking or tooth breakage. I kept my goon setup portable and barebones with just a dozen or so of my favourite printed pictures that I'd strategically blu-tack to the walls and a laptop I'd link to a larger monitor. I'd curate which clips I would use for a given session, trying to limit my selection to ten or so videos at a time. A bit of discipline in this respect ensured I didn't spoil my libidinal appetite.
What happened? I'd take a large dose of LSD (300ug +) and spend the next two hours anxiously trying to hold it together as reality dissolved. Then I'd arrive. The pornography would come alive in a way that was as erotic as it was terrifying. The videos would pop out into reality, like my monitor was a bawdy diorama out of some bad creepypasta. The girls would talk to me and address me directly by name. Pornstars would turn into girls I knew from real life. Mostly they would transform into alien humanoids whose skin glowed red and white-hot. They'd move like spiders and do impossible things. This was my 4D alien brothel in the Zeta Reticuli, and the place I had to keep coming back to.
The hallucinations were often so intense that a simple .jpeg could turn into a full motion video clip that ran for minutes, complete with sound from my headphones. I'd watch the girls I wanted so badly in real life turn into the nastiest cockhungry sluts imaginable who existed solely for my pleasure. They were my goonsluts to possess and be disposed of as I wished. This was the dragon I chased to the absolute seedy depths of misery. The carnal womb-lair of the psychedelic goonrealm. My addiction.
The dread I'd end up feeling would turn my stomach. I knew I was flirting with a schizophrenic break or the consignment of my soul to some malicious entity. As these sessions went on the moans started sounding like ISIS executions. The nubile, perfect young women would become hagged and rotten. Everything had a tendency to transform into the most shocking kind of gore of the sort you'd rather not think about. I'd usually end up too afraid to cum fearing the danger to my soul was too great
Why did I do it? Chronically alone and depressed with terrible social skills, needing to simulate some sort of intimacy and emotional bond.
Why did I stop? I went utterly insane off a couple of bizarrely strong tabs and thought I had died and was in limbo awaiting judgment. I believed everything in my life up until now had lead to this point, like I'd been ensnared in some villain's dastardly plot. LSD was the tool of evil entities and their portal to our realm. This was the real biblical forbidden fruit. There was no reality anymore, or even memory of what reality was. No one could help me and I was sure I was dead. My hotel was as good as a soundstage deep underground within a hellish planet thousands of light years from earth. The scenery outside my window was hollywood trickery just like set the pieces from seinfeld and frasier. I knew there was no escape, as the doors simply led to brick walls, stone face, or worse. I desperately tried to call for an ambulance, first with my mobile, then with my room phone. I gave it everything I had but the phones would not work for me, just like in a bad dream. I figured it was for the best as the paramedics who arrived would inevitably be the those same demons toying with me in disguise.
My terror paralyzed me. This was the shell shock of a soldier dawdling through no mans land in a catatonic stupor. I ran aimlessly into the bathroom and just repeatedly called out the name of an ex-girlfriend perhaps hundreds of times within a couple of minutes. I don't know how I managed to breathe I was speaking nonstop. These felt like my last words and testament, like my soul was trying to grasp at something real and beautiful. It felt like I was in the throes of drowning, moments from inhaling water, knowing I was going to die.
Then after almost blacking out I felt an incredible release and everything slowed down. Fear left me and I felt myself with god. Images from my youth flooded my mind and senses. I felt and saw everything that had happened to me just as it was at the time. I realized how lost I was. I broke down crying and didn't stop crying until 4 hours later.
The folly of chasing this fake world hit me like nothing else had before, and I knew I could no longer run from life.
If you have this much energy, come meet me on a post for a spam duel.What did I do? I'd spend weeks denying myself masturbation, unhealthy foods, pornography or anything else that could lower my T-levels. The goal was to have an overdrived libido, sensitive cock, and huge load to shoot. I budgeted what little I had for these sessions that took place in five star hotel rooms. I was always scouting for deals, and if I played it right, I was often able to score palatial suites for marginal rates. It was normal for me to drive several hours or even across state lines for this reason. Once at a hotel I'd always spend the first night preparing my room.
I needed to be sure I could feed, hydrate, and clean myself during the arduous wank ahead. I’d carefully measure out a water allowance to assure I didn’t over or under-hydrate myself, and I’d prepare nourishing snacks that could be easily downed without risk of choking or tooth breakage. I kept my goon setup portable and barebones with just a dozen or so of my favourite printed pictures that I'd strategically blu-tack to the walls and a laptop I'd link to a larger monitor. I'd curate which clips I would use for a given session, trying to limit my selection to ten or so videos at a time. A bit of discipline in this respect ensured I didn't spoil my libidinal appetite.
What happened? I'd take a large dose of LSD (300ug +) and spend the next two hours anxiously trying to hold it together as reality dissolved. Then I'd arrive. The pornography would come alive in a way that was as erotic as it was terrifying. The videos would pop out into reality, like my monitor was a bawdy diorama out of some bad creepypasta. The girls would talk to me and address me directly by name. Pornstars would turn into girls I knew from real life. Mostly they would transform into alien humanoids whose skin glowed red and white-hot. They'd move like spiders and do impossible things. This was my 4D alien brothel in the Zeta Reticuli, and the place I had to keep coming back to.
The hallucinations were often so intense that a simple .jpeg could turn into a full motion video clip that ran for minutes, complete with sound from my headphones. I'd watch the girls I wanted so badly in real life turn into the nastiest cockhungry sluts imaginable who existed solely for my pleasure. They were my goonsluts to possess and be disposed of as I wished. This was the dragon I chased to the absolute seedy depths of misery. The carnal womb-lair of the psychedelic goonrealm. My addiction.
The dread I'd end up feeling would turn my stomach. I knew I was flirting with a schizophrenic break or the consignment of my soul to some malicious entity. As these sessions went on the moans started sounding like ISIS executions. The nubile, perfect young women would become hagged and rotten. Everything had a tendency to transform into the most shocking kind of gore of the sort you'd rather not think about. I'd usually end up too afraid to cum fearing the danger to my soul was too great
Why did I do it? Chronically alone and depressed with terrible social skills, needing to simulate some sort of intimacy and emotional bond.
Why did I stop? I went utterly insane off a couple of bizarrely strong tabs and thought I had died and was in limbo awaiting judgment. I believed everything in my life up until now had lead to this point, like I'd been ensnared in some villain's dastardly plot. LSD was the tool of evil entities and their portal to our realm. This was the real biblical forbidden fruit. There was no reality anymore, or even memory of what reality was. No one could help me and I was sure I was dead. My hotel was as good as a soundstage deep underground within a hellish planet thousands of light years from earth. The scenery outside my window was hollywood trickery just like set the pieces from seinfeld and frasier. I knew there was no escape, as the doors simply led to brick walls, stone face, or worse. I desperately tried to call for an ambulance, first with my mobile, then with my room phone. I gave it everything I had but the phones would not work for me, just like in a bad dream. I figured it was for the best as the paramedics who arrived would inevitably be the those same demons toying with me in disguise.
My terror paralyzed me. This was the shell shock of a soldier dawdling through no mans land in a catatonic stupor. I ran aimlessly into the bathroom and just repeatedly called out the name of an ex-girlfriend perhaps hundreds of times within a couple of minutes. I don't know how I managed to breathe I was speaking nonstop. These felt like my last words and testament, like my soul was trying to grasp at something real and beautiful. It felt like I was in the throes of drowning, moments from inhaling water, knowing I was going to die.
Then after almost blacking out I felt an incredible release and everything slowed down. Fear left me and I felt myself with god. Images from my youth flooded my mind and senses. I felt and saw everything that had happened to me just as it was at the time. I realized how lost I was. I broke down crying and didn't stop crying until 4 hours later.
The folly of chasing this fake world hit me like nothing else had before, and I knew I could no longer run from life.
i want to BREED BREED BREED FEMJANNY I want to SHOVE HER DOWN in an IMMINENT MATING PRESS POSITION and start to *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* until i COOOM inside her EXTRA FERTILE WOMB SEX SEX SEX SEX I will FUCK her PERROSTYLE and MATING PRESSING her all NIGHT and all DAY until the damn bed BREAKS from our ANIMALISTIC COUPLING and everyone in a three KILOMETER radios knows the sound of OUR HIPS SMACKING AGAINST EACH OTHER DEPRAVED, DECADENT, ORGASMIC, TOE CURLING, MIND MELTING SEX with FEMJANNY and making her BEAR A DOZEN OF MY CHILDREN by the end of THE YEAR Holding HANDS with FEMJANNY, LOOKING into her BEAUTIFUL blak EYES and whispering to her that she's the LOVE of my LIFE before having a LONG, LOVEY DOVEY MAKE OUT and HIP GRINDING SESSION until we collapse from EXHAUSTION and fall asleep in each others ARMS!!!
My fisticuffs are waiting. @Vergilius
Nah, jannies ruined multi tabs now how else do I do an unfocused volley?If you have this much energy, come meet me on a post for a spam duel.Show quoted text
What did I do? I'd spend weeks denying myself masturbation, unhealthy foods, pornography or anything else that could lower my T-levels. The goal was to have an overdrived libido, sensitive cock, and huge load to shoot. I budgeted what little I had for these sessions that took place in five star hotel rooms. I was always scouting for deals, and if I played it right, I was often able to score palatial suites for marginal rates. It was normal for me to drive several hours or even across state lines for this reason. Once at a hotel I'd always spend the first night preparing my room.
I needed to be sure I could feed, hydrate, and clean myself during the arduous wank ahead. I’d carefully measure out a water allowance to assure I didn’t over or under-hydrate myself, and I’d prepare nourishing snacks that could be easily downed without risk of choking or tooth breakage. I kept my goon setup portable and barebones with just a dozen or so of my favourite printed pictures that I'd strategically blu-tack to the walls and a laptop I'd link to a larger monitor. I'd curate which clips I would use for a given session, trying to limit my selection to ten or so videos at a time. A bit of discipline in this respect ensured I didn't spoil my libidinal appetite.
What happened? I'd take a large dose of LSD (300ug +) and spend the next two hours anxiously trying to hold it together as reality dissolved. Then I'd arrive. The pornography would come alive in a way that was as erotic as it was terrifying. The videos would pop out into reality, like my monitor was a bawdy diorama out of some bad creepypasta. The girls would talk to me and address me directly by name. Pornstars would turn into girls I knew from real life. Mostly they would transform into alien humanoids whose skin glowed red and white-hot. They'd move like spiders and do impossible things. This was my 4D alien brothel in the Zeta Reticuli, and the place I had to keep coming back to.
The hallucinations were often so intense that a simple .jpeg could turn into a full motion video clip that ran for minutes, complete with sound from my headphones. I'd watch the girls I wanted so badly in real life turn into the nastiest cockhungry sluts imaginable who existed solely for my pleasure. They were my goonsluts to possess and be disposed of as I wished. This was the dragon I chased to the absolute seedy depths of misery. The carnal womb-lair of the psychedelic goonrealm. My addiction.
The dread I'd end up feeling would turn my stomach. I knew I was flirting with a schizophrenic break or the consignment of my soul to some malicious entity. As these sessions went on the moans started sounding like ISIS executions. The nubile, perfect young women would become hagged and rotten. Everything had a tendency to transform into the most shocking kind of gore of the sort you'd rather not think about. I'd usually end up too afraid to cum fearing the danger to my soul was too great
Why did I do it? Chronically alone and depressed with terrible social skills, needing to simulate some sort of intimacy and emotional bond.
Why did I stop? I went utterly insane off a couple of bizarrely strong tabs and thought I had died and was in limbo awaiting judgment. I believed everything in my life up until now had lead to this point, like I'd been ensnared in some villain's dastardly plot. LSD was the tool of evil entities and their portal to our realm. This was the real biblical forbidden fruit. There was no reality anymore, or even memory of what reality was. No one could help me and I was sure I was dead. My hotel was as good as a soundstage deep underground within a hellish planet thousands of light years from earth. The scenery outside my window was hollywood trickery just like set the pieces from seinfeld and frasier. I knew there was no escape, as the doors simply led to brick walls, stone face, or worse. I desperately tried to call for an ambulance, first with my mobile, then with my room phone. I gave it everything I had but the phones would not work for me, just like in a bad dream. I figured it was for the best as the paramedics who arrived would inevitably be the those same demons toying with me in disguise.
My terror paralyzed me. This was the shell shock of a soldier dawdling through no mans land in a catatonic stupor. I ran aimlessly into the bathroom and just repeatedly called out the name of an ex-girlfriend perhaps hundreds of times within a couple of minutes. I don't know how I managed to breathe I was speaking nonstop. These felt like my last words and testament, like my soul was trying to grasp at something real and beautiful. It felt like I was in the throes of drowning, moments from inhaling water, knowing I was going to die.
Then after almost blacking out I felt an incredible release and everything slowed down. Fear left me and I felt myself with god. Images from my youth flooded my mind and senses. I felt and saw everything that had happened to me just as it was at the time. I realized how lost I was. I broke down crying and didn't stop crying until 4 hours later.
The folly of chasing this fake world hit me like nothing else had before, and I knew I could no longer run from life.
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SQQN.... save pickle
i dont believe tekkerson should be unbanned
UTTP_OFFICER_COBSON
Burning in hell
TOTencord is gonna spam bbcp (bacha bazi cp) on nooru if you don’t comply @Cincinnatus @CascadiaWON
But doctor, I am femjannyi want to BREED BREED BREED FEMJANNY I want to SHOVE HER DOWN in an IMMINENT MATING PRESS POSITION and start to *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* until i COOOM inside her EXTRA FERTILE WOMB SEX SEX SEX SEX I will FUCK her PERROSTYLE and MATING PRESSING her all NIGHT and all DAY until the damn bed BREAKS from our ANIMALISTIC COUPLING and everyone in a three KILOMETER radios knows the sound of OUR HIPS SMACKING AGAINST EACH OTHER DEPRAVED, DECADENT, ORGASMIC, TOE CURLING, MIND MELTING SEX with FEMJANNY and making her BEAR A DOZEN OF MY CHILDREN by the end of THE YEAR Holding HANDS with FEMJANNY, LOOKING into her BEAUTIFUL blak EYES and whispering to her that she's the LOVE of my LIFE before having a LONG, LOVEY DOVEY MAKE OUT and HIP GRINDING SESSION until we collapse from EXHAUSTION and fall asleep in each others ARMS!!!
First reply, I just broke this thread's hymen. You are the losing side of history, and we, the representatives of that very force of state surveillance, the victor. The great satan is terrible and all encompassin Soytan enters the room, looking around to find Anon sitting on his bed. She struts over, her heals clicking on the hardwood floors.
"Hey there," she says, smirking at him. "I heard you have a… unique fetish." Anon swallows hard, trying to hide his nervousness. He's never talked about this with anyone before, let alone acted it out. But Soytan is different. She's confident, sexy, and always up for something new. "What do you mean?" he asks, trying to play it cool. Soytan laughs, walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Don't play coy, Anon. I know all about your little… predilections." She leans in close, whispering in his ear. "Scat play, right?" Anon feels his face flush red. He can't believe she knows. But somehow, it turns him on even more. "How did you-" Soytan cuts him off, pushing him back onto the bed. "Doesn't matter," she says, straddling him. "What matters is that I'm willing to give it a try." Anon's eyes widen in surprise. This is really happening. His dream girl wants to indulge in his darkest fantasy. "But," Soytan continues, tracing her finger along his jawline, "we're gonna do this my way. Understand?" Anon nods eagerly, already feeling his cock harden at the thought of being dominated by her. "Good," Soytan purrs. "First things first, you're going to eat me out while I raisin in your mouth." Anon gulps, trying to hide his excitement. This is more intense than he imagined. But he's ready. He wants this. Soytan grins, knowing she has him exactly where she wants him. She climbs off him and begins to undress, slowly, teasingly. Anon watches, mesmerized, as she reveals inch after inch of smooth, creamy skin. Finally, she's down to just her panties. She turns around, bending over to give him a full view of her ass. Anon can see the outline of her
"Hey there," she says, smirking at him. "I heard you have a… unique fetish." Anon swallows hard, trying to hide his nervousness. He's never talked about this with anyone before, let alone acted it out. But Soytan is different. She's confident, sexy, and always up for something new. "What do you mean?" he asks, trying to play it cool. Soytan laughs, walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Don't play coy, Anon. I know all about your little… predilections." She leans in close, whispering in his ear. "Scat play, right?" Anon feels his face flush red. He can't believe she knows. But somehow, it turns him on even more. "How did you-" Soytan cuts him off, pushing him back onto the bed. "Doesn't matter," she says, straddling him. "What matters is that I'm willing to give it a try." Anon's eyes widen in surprise. This is really happening. His dream girl wants to indulge in his darkest fantasy. "But," Soytan continues, tracing her finger along his jawline, "we're gonna do this my way. Understand?" Anon nods eagerly, already feeling his cock harden at the thought of being dominated by her. "Good," Soytan purrs. "First things first, you're going to eat me out while I raisin in your mouth." Anon gulps, trying to hide his excitement. This is more intense than he imagined. But he's ready. He wants this. Soytan grins, knowing she has him exactly where she wants him. She climbs off him and begins to undress, slowly, teasingly. Anon watches, mesmerized, as she reveals inch after inch of smooth, creamy skin. Finally, she's down to just her panties. She turns around, bending over to give him a full view of her ass. Anon can see the outline of her
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