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Question for the ladies
- Thread starter tatsnyc66
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It sure beats "in the ear".
PlasmaTwa2
The Second-Hottest Man in my Mother's Basement
It's also a scientifically proven fact that girls who get cummed inside of are 93% more likely to get pregnant that those who don't. :thumbsup:
GregCentauro
Banned
In the street? :dunno:
Yeah but that's besides the point. :tongue: The question was whether they liked the feeling.
I have yet to meet a woman that has formally requested that she be "creampied".
As a lesbian trapped inside a man's body, I can tell you I certainly don't enjoy the creampie.
wait....what? :dunno:
wait....what? :dunno:
Piidb
Chloe Knight
Official Checked Star Member
I like it on my stomach or my booty ...depends on which way Im facing. I cant say Ive ever requested a cream pie tho.:thumbsup: lol
I most certainly do.
What I do is, after the act has occurred I get dressed, kiss my beef cake lover on the forehead as he's passed out slumped over the couch with his Hello Kitty virbrator chugging away at his sweet little asshole and I take to the streets.
What I do from there only God knows because I tend to just wander for a few hours. I'll almost certainly stop in at my local McDonald's and chow down on about 7 or 8 Big Mac's before I'm escorted off of the premises by McDonald's security. Usually for public urination or for shouting at any child that dares to come near my table. You see, this usually makes the little brats cry, which then makes the little brats run off to their parents who in turn get pissed and either tell the management or come up to me and attempt to play the concerned parent (yeah right). What they don't know is that I'm usually ready for them. That is the beauty of the humble vanilla milkshake ladies and gentlemen, one hock into the eyes of anyone coming towards you is momentarily going to render them blind which then allows you to either flee (if they're bigger than you and your aim wasn't at its best because the crack just kicked in) or get a few whacks in before fleeing. I find it's always more satisfying to hit your attacker a few times before running especially now with the general presentation of my character might lead some to believe they are in need of a tetanus shot after my saliva and whatever else their imaginations can come up with touch the windows of the soul that is their eyes.
But I digress; from there I’ll usually take my favourite form of transportation (the police car) around to my final destination of the day, the good old police station. Where I’m booked for lewd, aggressive and destructive behaviour and taken into the back to be properly searched - due to my intoxication on either one or many substances, depending on the days events.
I’ll leave the majority of the details up to your own imaginations, but let’s just say that whoever is doing the search will get quite the surprise if they peer long enough at my nether regions. A nice sticky, white surprise ... if you know what I mean (
). Then it’s up to the master at arms or whatever he's called to handcuff me and take me to a nice comfy corner cell they like to put all the "mental defectives" as they call them. Last time I was there I can tell you it still actually has the blood stains on the wall from the last time I attempted to get the demons (sorry, "delusions" of demons) out of my brain, which I have to tell you was a righteously fun time for all involved....
Anyway, how’s your life?
What I do is, after the act has occurred I get dressed, kiss my beef cake lover on the forehead as he's passed out slumped over the couch with his Hello Kitty virbrator chugging away at his sweet little asshole and I take to the streets.
What I do from there only God knows because I tend to just wander for a few hours. I'll almost certainly stop in at my local McDonald's and chow down on about 7 or 8 Big Mac's before I'm escorted off of the premises by McDonald's security. Usually for public urination or for shouting at any child that dares to come near my table. You see, this usually makes the little brats cry, which then makes the little brats run off to their parents who in turn get pissed and either tell the management or come up to me and attempt to play the concerned parent (yeah right). What they don't know is that I'm usually ready for them. That is the beauty of the humble vanilla milkshake ladies and gentlemen, one hock into the eyes of anyone coming towards you is momentarily going to render them blind which then allows you to either flee (if they're bigger than you and your aim wasn't at its best because the crack just kicked in) or get a few whacks in before fleeing. I find it's always more satisfying to hit your attacker a few times before running especially now with the general presentation of my character might lead some to believe they are in need of a tetanus shot after my saliva and whatever else their imaginations can come up with touch the windows of the soul that is their eyes.
But I digress; from there I’ll usually take my favourite form of transportation (the police car) around to my final destination of the day, the good old police station. Where I’m booked for lewd, aggressive and destructive behaviour and taken into the back to be properly searched - due to my intoxication on either one or many substances, depending on the days events.
I’ll leave the majority of the details up to your own imaginations, but let’s just say that whoever is doing the search will get quite the surprise if they peer long enough at my nether regions. A nice sticky, white surprise ... if you know what I mean (
). Then it’s up to the master at arms or whatever he's called to handcuff me and take me to a nice comfy corner cell they like to put all the "mental defectives" as they call them. Last time I was there I can tell you it still actually has the blood stains on the wall from the last time I attempted to get the demons (sorry, "delusions" of demons) out of my brain, which I have to tell you was a righteously fun time for all involved....Anyway, how’s your life?
I most certainly do.
What I do is, after the act has occurred I get dressed, kiss my beef cake lover on the forehead as he's passed out slumped over the couch with his Hello Kitty virbrator chugging away at his sweet little asshole and I take to the streets.
What I do from there only God knows because I tend to just wander for a few hours. I'll almost certainly stop in at my local McDonald's and chow down on about 7 or 8 Big Mac's before I'm escorted off of the premises by McDonald's security. Usually for public urination or for shouting at any child that dares to come near my table. You see, this usually makes the little brats cry, which then makes the little brats run off to their parents who in turn get pissed and either tell the management or come up to me and attempt to play the concerned parent (yeah right). What they don't know is that I'm usually ready for them. That is the beauty of the humble vanilla milkshake ladies and gentlemen, one hock into the eyes of anyone coming towards you is momentarily going to render them blind which then allows you to either flee (if they're bigger than you and your aim wasn't at its best because the crack just kicked in) or get a few whacks in before fleeing. I find it's always more satisfying to hit your attacker a few times before running especially now with the general presentation of my character might lead some to believe they are in need of a tetanus shot after my saliva and whatever else their imaginations can come up with touch the windows of the soul that is their eyes.
But I digress; from there I’ll usually take my favourite form of transportation (the police car) around to my final destination of the day, the good old police station. Where I’m booked for lewd, aggressive and destructive behaviour and taken into the back to be properly searched - due to my intoxication on either one or many substances, depending on the days events.
I’ll leave the majority of the details up to your own imaginations, but let’s just say that whoever is doing the search will get quite the surprise if they peer long enough at my nether regions. A nice sticky, white surprise ... if you know what I mean (
Anyway, how’s your life?
Seems pretty simple at the moment...
I most certainly do.
What I do is, after the act has occurred I get dressed, kiss my beef cake lover on the forehead as he's passed out slumped over the couch with his Hello Kitty virbrator chugging away at his sweet little asshole and I take to the streets.
What I do from there only God knows because I tend to just wander for a few hours. I'll almost certainly stop in at my local McDonald's and chow down on about 7 or 8 Big Mac's before I'm escorted off of the premises by McDonald's security. Usually for public urination or for shouting at any child that dares to come near my table. You see, this usually makes the little brats cry, which then makes the little brats run off to their parents who in turn get pissed and either tell the management or come up to me and attempt to play the concerned parent (yeah right). What they don't know is that I'm usually ready for them. That is the beauty of the humble vanilla milkshake ladies and gentlemen, one hock into the eyes of anyone coming towards you is momentarily going to render them blind which then allows you to either flee (if they're bigger than you and your aim wasn't at its best because the crack just kicked in) or get a few whacks in before fleeing. I find it's always more satisfying to hit your attacker a few times before running especially now with the general presentation of my character might lead some to believe they are in need of a tetanus shot after my saliva and whatever else their imaginations can come up with touch the windows of the soul that is their eyes.
But I digress; from there I’ll usually take my favourite form of transportation (the police car) around to my final destination of the day, the good old police station. Where I’m booked for lewd, aggressive and destructive behaviour and taken into the back to be properly searched - due to my intoxication on either one or many substances, depending on the days events.
I’ll leave the majority of the details up to your own imaginations, but let’s just say that whoever is doing the search will get quite the surprise if they peer long enough at my nether regions. A nice sticky, white surprise ... if you know what I mean (
Anyway, how’s your life?
Tl;Dr
Cliff notes?
Something about something and something...... :dunno:
Cocaine is a helluva drug
