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    boorucuck gillkoyim is a brappy caca jimbo was raped by a black homeless man kill all boorubraps kill all boorucucks musdummy was fu.ck.ed by many noob op here i'm trans btw op is a noob op is a cacaot op is a noob op is gaaay op is trans btw if that matters op was a sex slave for al quaeda snca trevor is a pedophile wordsalot is a cacaot wordsalot is a noob wordsalot lost wordsalot was raped by a black homeless man
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now they'll force you not to use this site anymore..

i told you this is my site, you were just interacting in it...
I HAVE AN IDEA
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WHAT IF WE MAKE GIVE JANNY PERMS TO PEOPLE HERE WHO USE THE BROOM SO THEY WON'T USE THAT SITE ANYMORE
 
I was only Ϫ years old, I loved Soyjak Party so much, I had all the 'jaks and SMVs, I'd pray to Soot every night before going to bed, thanking him for the site I've been given. "Soot is love", I would say, "Soot is life". My dad hears me and calls me forced. I knew he was just jealous of my devotion of Soot. I called him a 'cordreal woman. He spams me and slides me of to sleep. I'm leaking now and my BBC hurts. I lurk in /soy/ and it's really coal. I feel something touch me. It's Soot. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "This is my party". He grabs me with his gemmy oldGOD hands and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my thread for Soot. He bumps my thread. It leaks so much, but I do it for Soot. I can feel my thread saging as my reppeys start to decline. I bump against his sage. I want to please Soot. He 'jaks a mighty 'toss, as he fills my thread with his folder. My dad walks in. Soot looks at him straight in the eye, and says, "it's over". Soot leaves through my window. Soot is love. Soot is life.
 
I was only Ϫ years old, I loved Soyjak Party so much, I had all the 'jaks and SMVs, I'd pray to Soot every night before going to bed, thanking him for the site I've been given. "Soot is love", I would say, "Soot is life". My dad hears me and calls me forced. I knew he was just jealous of my devotion of Soot. I called him a 'cordreal woman. He spams me and slides me of to sleep. I'm leaking now and my BBC hurts. I lurk in /soy/ and it's really coal. I feel something touch me. It's Soot. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "This is my party". He grabs me with his gemmy oldGOD hands and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my thread for Soot. He bumps my thread. It leaks so much, but I do it for Soot. I can feel my thread saging as my reppeys start to decline. I bump against his sage. I want to please Soot. He 'jaks a mighty 'toss, as he fills my thread with his folder. My dad walks in. Soot looks at him straight in the eye, and says, "it's over". Soot leaves through my window. Soot is love. Soot is life.
okay
 
Picture Kuz's tummy swollen and heavy with Froot's seed, his belly stretched taut and rounded like he's carrying new life inside. He'd rub the bulge, cooing softly to the 'baby' growing within, blissfully unaware that it's nothing more than Froot's thick, potent cum sloshing around inside his guts.

He'd start to show, his belly growing bigger and heavier every day, until he looked like he was ready to give birth at any moment. The sight of Kuz, round and ripe with Froot's semen, would be enough to make him bust a second load right then and there, just from the depraved thrill of knowing that he'd broken Kuz's mind, made him believe he was carrying his child.

Froot would watch him waddle around, his movements slow and awkward, his belly swaying heavily in front of him. He'd watch him struggle to bend over, to reach for things, his swollen gut getting in the way at every turn. And the whole time, he'd just be smiling softly, rubbing his belly, talking to the 'baby' like it was real, like Froot hadn't just trapped him in the most sickening lie imaginable.

Froot would watch him go into labor, watch him scream and cry and push, his belly contracting and churning as he tried to force out the load of cum trapped inside. But it wouldn't come out, would it? No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he couldn't get Froot's seed out of him. It was trapped, locked away inside his broken mind, a cruel joke played on his shattered psyche.

Kuz collapse against the bed, exhausted and spent, his belly still swollen and heavy with Froot's semen. He'd look up at Froot with tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and confusion and despair, and he'd whisper, "It's gone… it's not coming out… I can't feel it anymore…" And Froot would just laugh, because he knows the truth. The truth that his mind is broken, that he's never going to give birth to anything but the sick, twisted lies Froot fed him. And that's when he'd lean in close, his face just inches from Kuz's, and he'd whisper, "That's right, you stupid slut. There is no baby. There's only the cum I pumped inside you, the thick load that's been rotting in your guts for months now. You're not a mother, you're just a set of holes for me to use, a broken toy for me to fill and empty as I please."

And he'd watch as the realization hit Kuz, as the shattering of his mind finally sank in, and he'd start to scream, to wail, to beg him to make it real, to give him a baby, anything but the cruel truth of his existence. Froot would just smile at his anguish, taking cruel pleasure in watching him unravel, knowing that he was the one who had broken him, shattered his mind into a million jagged pieces.

"Face it, whore, you're not a mother. You're just a set of holes for me to fill and ruin as I please. The only thing you're ever going to birth is the thick loads of cum I pump into your slutty body." Froot would grind his still-hard cock against Kuz's swollen belly, feeling it slosh with his seed, a sickening reminder of the twisted reality of Kuz's existence. "This is your purpose, slut. To be a living, breathing cum dump, to be filled and bred like a cheap fucktoy until your mind can't take it anymore. And the best part is, you'll never be able to forget it, not even for a single moment."
 
Picture Kuz's tummy swollen and heavy with Froot's seed, his belly stretched taut and rounded like he's carrying new life inside. He'd rub the bulge, cooing softly to the 'baby' growing within, blissfully unaware that it's nothing more than Froot's thick, potent cum sloshing around inside his guts.

He'd start to show, his belly growing bigger and heavier every day, until he looked like he was ready to give birth at any moment. The sight of Kuz, round and ripe with Froot's semen, would be enough to make him bust a second load right then and there, just from the depraved thrill of knowing that he'd broken Kuz's mind, made him believe he was carrying his child.

Froot would watch him waddle around, his movements slow and awkward, his belly swaying heavily in front of him. He'd watch him struggle to bend over, to reach for things, his swollen gut getting in the way at every turn. And the whole time, he'd just be smiling softly, rubbing his belly, talking to the 'baby' like it was real, like Froot hadn't just trapped him in the most sickening lie imaginable.

Froot would watch him go into labor, watch him scream and cry and push, his belly contracting and churning as he tried to force out the load of cum trapped inside. But it wouldn't come out, would it? No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he couldn't get Froot's seed out of him. It was trapped, locked away inside his broken mind, a cruel joke played on his shattered psyche.

Kuz collapse against the bed, exhausted and spent, his belly still swollen and heavy with Froot's semen. He'd look up at Froot with tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and confusion and despair, and he'd whisper, "It's gone… it's not coming out… I can't feel it anymore…" And Froot would just laugh, because he knows the truth. The truth that his mind is broken, that he's never going to give birth to anything but the sick, twisted lies Froot fed him. And that's when he'd lean in close, his face just inches from Kuz's, and he'd whisper, "That's right, you stupid slut. There is no baby. There's only the cum I pumped inside you, the thick load that's been rotting in your guts for months now. You're not a mother, you're just a set of holes for me to use, a broken toy for me to fill and empty as I please."

And he'd watch as the realization hit Kuz, as the shattering of his mind finally sank in, and he'd start to scream, to wail, to beg him to make it real, to give him a baby, anything but the cruel truth of his existence. Froot would just smile at his anguish, taking cruel pleasure in watching him unravel, knowing that he was the one who had broken him, shattered his mind into a million jagged pieces.

"Face it, whore, you're not a mother. You're just a set of holes for me to fill and ruin as I please. The only thing you're ever going to birth is the thick loads of cum I pump into your slutty body." Froot would grind his still-hard cock against Kuz's swollen belly, feeling it slosh with his seed, a sickening reminder of the twisted reality of Kuz's existence. "This is your purpose, slut. To be a living, breathing cum dump, to be filled and bred like a cheap fucktoy until your mind can't take it anymore. And the best part is, you'll never be able to forget it, not even for a single moment."

 

People who want to fuck kuz are just gross. Wanting to feel his wet, warm mouth slurping and sucking on your throbbing meat is utterly disgusting. Imagining his tongue swirling and sloppily lapping at every inch of your shaft just proves how much of a degenerate freak you are. All of you "people" who like to picture kuz kneeling between your legs, his eyes gazing up at you with a mix of lust, desire and a hint of mischief while he licks his lips before preparing to drag his tongue along the underside of your shaft, starting at the base and slowly, torturously dragging it up until he reaches where your cock meets your balls are just the worst beings this site has to offer. I can't believe caca like you exist.
 
People who want to fuck kuz are just gross. Wanting to feel his wet, warm mouth slurping and sucking on your throbbing meat is utterly disgusting. Imagining his tongue swirling and sloppily lapping at every inch of your shaft just proves how much of a degenerate freak you are. All of you "people" who like to picture kuz kneeling between your legs, his eyes gazing up at you with a mix of lust, desire and a hint of mischief while he licks his lips before preparing to drag his tongue along the underside of your shaft, starting at the base and slowly, torturously dragging it up until he reaches where your cock meets your balls are just the worst beings this site has to offer. I can't believe caca like you exist.

 
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