cream pieing in seclusion

Bilal Hasna’s tiddies are insane

finally learning how to code!!!!!!! …it’s for formatting a fic on ao3……..

BREAKING: 13 shots fired into home of Indianapolis councilor; note reading “No data centers” left at scene.

I once used Nair to remove my chest hair. During the process I generously slathered the substance on my nipples. The why of this nipple slathering is not important gentlemen and ladies. But the result should be a warning to all. My nipples burned like they were being finely sanded by a great ape. I won't deny my tears. I sought solace from my hell-fired nipples in restless sleep that night. When I awoke the next day my nipples were gone, replaced with chitinous scabs. The shock of this was great and I fear for a time my mind was lost to the outer blackness. After I recovered my sensibilities, I was seized with a heavy depression. I would spend my remaining days a maimed freak free of the nipples God grants to all. To my surprise and joy, only a few days later the scabs fell away. What was underneath you ask? Two tiny nipples, pink and fresh, emerging from my brawny chest like two infant bird heads emerging from their shells. Within seven days those nascent nipples grew to full size and erectness. The erectness, unfortunately, was a permanent condition. To this day, five long years later, I refuse to wear t-shirts beyond the manor grounds for fear of cruel women pointing their witch-fingers at me in mockery.

two beautiful mogpilled parents reviewing their choppedgem son