Manufacturing Engineer. I love the work, it's interesting and I get to solve problems all day but the deadlines coming from upper management are crushing me and I'm starting to become jaded about that aspect. But since I recognize it I'm able to keep it in check.
No, but my bathroom sink is within reach so I dab the toilet paper under a trickle of running water then I wipe my hairy fuckingpunishedasshole............
yeah you'll always be my bitch baby unnhhh spread those legs and lemme sniff that snatch and rub that clit with the head of my dick before I slam it into that filthy seafood smelling slit
Certainly, handling all the flabs of fatty skin your mom has is hard in any sex sesh. However, for now, implementing a sex swing is sufficient. As her weight grows, she can then afford to have a lap band surgery.
Imagine you are a typical Roman commoner and you enter the toilets one day to find them empty and a clean spot just for you. Just after relaxing and getting comfortable you hear a noise and your sphincter tenses. This guy walks in with an air of urgency, already pulling his tunic up over his gut, and to your annoyance he sets his ass down directly opposite you with a clear "slap" as his cheeks make contact with the moist stone. An air of annoyance washes over you at the sight of this fat cunt intruding on your rare moment of privacy, which he apparently picks up, locking eyes with you and giving you this death stare that seems to say "do you think I give a fuck you little shit". To your surprise he was already in the process of release and almost immediately he leans forward on his fat legs with their huge calves in an awkward squat as though he is about to pounce, air escapes the now severely strained and tense pile of meat and flab that is his corpulent body generating a perverse and unusually loud and lengthy animalistic growl. You detect something perverse about it all, something freudian and neurotic, as though this guy might be your father and this is the noise he made as he was seeding your mother's womb, the display of dominance taps into the darkest reaches of your subconscious making you feel as coy as a qt blonde germanic slave boy stripped for buyers at the market, come to think of it you remember this guy being among them that day. It almost starts to become unreal and terrifying until it stops to be replaced by the sound of semi-hard diarrhea dropping out of him and flopping onto the edge of the toilet. Then it is over, he breathes a very vivid sigh of relief and still lifting up his skirt waddles over to the cistern, giving you a friendly nod as he spreads his monstrosity of an ass and feels the water cleanse his punished anus. He mutters something about constipation and prune pudding, dries himself and leaves.
dude stop caring about it and go to /s/greentext, we're in /s/random
ur mom's silicon boobs are falling too 馃様
hopefully she redoes her boob job for me 馃様
what for
Manufacturing Engineer. I love the work, it's interesting and I get to solve problems all day but the deadlines coming from upper management are crushing me and I'm starting to become jaded about that aspect. But since I recognize it I'm able to keep it in check.
I gave you an updingus
Can-AIDS-ians...
They all have fucking AIDS...
Ummm yeah... *sips Soylent latt茅* No...
Maybe we should all take off all our clothes, scramble into a big pile, and start gettin gay with each other: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tVEpI_-jDE8&ab_channel=Alan55
Because no one here is original.
BUT if you want to, DO IT AT /s/shitpostdungeon !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hey Cissy daddy, can you fix this?
*turns around and spreads my monstrosity of an ass and shows you my puckering hole*
No, but my bathroom sink is within reach so I dab the toilet paper under a trickle of running water then I wipe my hairy fucking punished asshole............
BRING BACK FUCKING RAGE COMICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE NARWHAL BACONS AT MIDNIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DO YOU FUCKING IMBECILIC PEOPLE KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO OUR ATHEIST SCIENTIFIC WORLD WHEN REDDIT DIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
yeah you'll always be my bitch baby unnhhh spread those legs and lemme sniff that snatch and rub that clit with the head of my dick before I slam it into that filthy seafood smelling slit
MEET UR MOM!!!!!!!!
LOL Soy Boyyyyyyyy LOLOLLLLLLLLLL
Certainly, handling all the flabs of fatty skin your mom has is hard in any sex sesh. However, for now, implementing a sex swing is sufficient. As her weight grows, she can then afford to have a lap band surgery.
John Wick taking a dump while drinking tea.
Unnhhh... so hot hot baby mmmm yeah take control and dominate me... don't be passive bb...
LOL THEY'RE BLACKING THEMSELVES OUT LOL IT DOESN'T EVEN MATTER CAUSE THEY'RE ALREADY BLIND LOLOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
hehehe I'm gonna be wearing that in order to see thru ppl's clothes LOLOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
Imagine you are a typical Roman commoner and you enter the toilets one day to find them empty and a clean spot just for you. Just after relaxing and getting comfortable you hear a noise and your sphincter tenses. This guy walks in with an air of urgency, already pulling his tunic up over his gut, and to your annoyance he sets his ass down directly opposite you with a clear "slap" as his cheeks make contact with the moist stone. An air of annoyance washes over you at the sight of this fat cunt intruding on your rare moment of privacy, which he apparently picks up, locking eyes with you and giving you this death stare that seems to say "do you think I give a fuck you little shit". To your surprise he was already in the process of release and almost immediately he leans forward on his fat legs with their huge calves in an awkward squat as though he is about to pounce, air escapes the now severely strained and tense pile of meat and flab that is his corpulent body generating a perverse and unusually loud and lengthy animalistic growl. You detect something perverse about it all, something freudian and neurotic, as though this guy might be your father and this is the noise he made as he was seeding your mother's womb, the display of dominance taps into the darkest reaches of your subconscious making you feel as coy as a qt blonde germanic slave boy stripped for buyers at the market, come to think of it you remember this guy being among them that day. It almost starts to become unreal and terrifying until it stops to be replaced by the sound of semi-hard diarrhea dropping out of him and flopping onto the edge of the toilet. Then it is over, he breathes a very vivid sigh of relief and still lifting up his skirt waddles over to the cistern, giving you a friendly nod as he spreads his monstrosity of an ass and feels the water cleanse his punished anus. He mutters something about constipation and prune pudding, dries himself and leaves.
How would you feel?
Me.............................