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Hairy 🍑3🍑

So much dick riding that my cock hurt

Abrí la billetera así como tenés abierta la cola RT RT RT 🍆💦💦

PORQUE NO ESTAMOS HABLANDO DEL HONDURASGATE EN ESTA RED SOCIAL. DONDE BÁSICAMENTE SE DESTAPA QUE MILEI, EL PRESIDENTE DE HONDURAS SON OPERADORES POLITICOS DE TRUMP Y NETANYAHU PARA DESESTABILIZAR LATINOAMÉRICA Y SUS GOBIERNOS PARA QUE LOS SIONISTAS LLEGUEN.

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TWILIGHT DRIFT Feat: @raaama_ok

os mlk do trampo gozando nos dois viadinhos

fue amigo

It’s our duty to help our bator brothers drain their cocks properly. When one bro is gooning hard, the other steps up — encouraging him to edge deeper, stroke longer, and sink even further into pure goon bliss. Brotherhood of the dick. #batebros #gooner

Abrí grande la boca puta 🍆💦 RT y míralo completo por DM

buen dia bebitos ,ayer nos volvimos a juntar con @bastianrey_ aparte de lo rico que es el y su pito no se dan una idea lo rico que besa.🥵🥵 les dejo este videito cortito pa ustedes🔥

Dame RT y fíjate como acabo 🔥 completo por DM

Si hay foto… hay video Podés ver cómo le usé el orto a @fembr0 en mi telegram mpago.la/1R3D26V

Como empezó / como terminó 🥵

Hadita adicta

Querés ser mi puta? Dm 📩

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“Having sex” (read: “getting laid,” “gettin’ dat poosay”) is the easiest thing in the world. I could make a dating app profile and lose my virginity by dinnertime. But very few people alive have ever actually had *sex.* They’ve performed a social ritual, sort of like hazing. They’ve slapped their damp, clammy body against another damp, clammy body, like the wriggling of a suffocating fish. Maybe, possibly, their tongue came into contact with another tongue during the process. It doesn’t even sound enjoyable or enviable. They’ve never made love. They’ve never experienced passion, or tried to melt into another human being. To be crude, for a moment, it sounds like it’s more or less the equivalent of a salaryman dipping into the bathroom and having a 30-second wank, simply so that he can more-easily concentrate on whichever set of numbers he is currently moving from one column of an excel sheet to another. It’s nothing but a physical phenomenon, removed of any telos. There is no desire to unify, to become one; or even at a baser level, to control, to own. Leave alone any thought of the fruit of passion, the creation of another life inside of the woman; perish the idea. There is no yearning, no primal and beastly need even, other than a poor simulacra, the simple desire to fulfill a base bodily instinct. It’s like eating—: and not to craft a meal, not to provide oneself art, not to turn passion itself into a physical, sensible monument, to provide unto oneself an appreciable reception of one’s own soul, but to microwave a frozen sandwich, or gulp down a cup of instant ramen, merely to stop one’s stomach from growling. We live in a world of walking stomachs; hylics, all. And most of it is nothing but glorified prostitution, anyways; even within most marriages which occur today. Piers’ Wife says that she wears the trousers in the family, so perhaps the dynamic is simply turned the other way, and Piers is like a sort of gigolo. Maybe he’s even too stupid to realise that that’s all he is. But all that he has ever provided to the world is nothing more than the vulgar commentary of one.

¿Lo dejo o lo borro?