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Anonymous 15/06/09(Tue)19:13 No. 23648 ID: a43d1c [Reply]

Three women, with voluptuous curves, whom all the men are so after, but don't really like men that way, and had to keep themselves from being taken by them.

One female 36-29-52, built just like Cherokee D'ass http://41.media.tumblr.com/99b62272df4ceaa59ed16f202caf46d2/tumblr_nn0hktLe8r1rshjwwo1_1280.jpg (other examples of booty
http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1aoxwYw2d1qbugnbo1_250.gif
http://33.media.tumblr.com/a167a05aeaafe1fdbfac1d78873849fa/tumblr_njrq66GiGw1t4t3bmo3_500.gif) and was not sure of her sexual preference, and had one boyfriend, but never went beyond making out and some outercourse.

Another one, similar build (a bit shorter and maybe even a little wider in the hips, like this http://40.media.tumblr.com/4e680c4b8d17edefe22b47d32c9ef602/tumblr_nlbo4uEimN1qftbyho1_540.jpg), and knew she was gay, but was in an environment where she was pressured to marry. She dreaded having to give this up to a man. She ended up marrying this guy, and on the wedding night, when he couldn't get into her, he slipped it into her butt, and it felt good. He then confesses being gay himself, and thought vaginas were yucky. She felt so relieved, and they did this for two years.

A similar experience was this other girl who knew she was gay, and she looked similar, but was tall, lighter skinned, and had a flatter less toned butt, but still the wide hips. She too really did not want to give it up to a man. One guy kept pursuing her, but something seemed different about him. He seemed a bit feminine. She started talking to him, and then fell in love with him. When they went to make love for the first time, she had reservations, but when the partner undressed, she saw it was really a woman. She had a very unusual condition, where the vaginal walls would prolapse, and then fill with blood, as the vaginal walls do, and this would make it hard. So it acted just like a penis. Now, the other girl did not want a male penis, but was curious about this thing. She was getting excited, and when they started doing it, she was still too tight at first, so the prolapse girl stuck it in her butt, which felt good. Later, she was wet and open enough for it to slip into her vagina. It felt so good, and since it was a female organ (the same thing she already has in her vagina, just walls, turned inside out), she was still a gold star, and technically still a virgin!

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Anonymous 15/06/10(Wed)06:59 No. 23650 ID: a43d1c

P.S. And the booties were getting just as much action, and two of them were also virgin to men. The guy and the prolapse girl loved to just rub against the crease of the plump cheeks where they meet the leg for awhile (which was like being inside something), and then when they are as hard and raw as they can take, to just gush right up between the round cushions, into the hole! The prolapse vag even fills them with cum, which is the regular vaginal lube.


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Anonymous 15/08/24(Mon)01:35 No. 23810 ID: 390aee

Another good model of the first one: Yaonice https://instagram.com/eudoxieyao

The first girl and the boyfriend's outercourse started out when he was feeling her up, through some thin silky granny panties (that covered everything except some of the huge cheeks), and his finger ended up in her thick cameltoe. He was hitting her clit, and though they were both being shy, she liked it and kept telling him to hit it. He wanted to do anal, but she didn't. She does let him begin poking his penis, in his silky thin pajama bottoms, inbetween the lips of the cameltoe, and then rubbing it along, it fits completely between the mound like a hot dog in a bun, and was like being totally inside something. So he asks if she could sit on his member on the seat of her exercise bike, and going between her butt cheeks and into the cameltoe, from behind, and hitting the clit, they both have the wildest mutual climax. Afterward, they use similar lingerie, and rub a lot of jelly on the outside of both of their genitals in the fabric, and have nice wet sex, both "hot", and even slow lovemaking, without him ever touching or entering her.

Instead of a prolapse the androgyonous person was a guevodoche, which is someone born as a girl, who then grows a penis. On this person, the whole vulva, ending in the growing clit, lifted off of the pubic mound, forming the new phallus. It acted like a penis, but was still more of a feminine organ.




Crime Fighter The Pillowcage 15/08/01(Sat)03:44 No. 23782 ID: 11fdd1 [Reply]

Diamond City was the forerunner for scientific advancements in the early age, bringing about cures and genetic augmentations, ushering in a bright future. Though, very quickly did these ideals of a bright future was blotted out by the dark cloud of chaos and destruction.

With the aspect of genome altering medicine and medical procedures, came a new kind of criminal. Criminals that were stronger, faster, smarter, and even more deadlier. Men and women whose DNA was manipulated and mutated, gaining ungodly powers and using these powers for their own gain and amusement.

To counter this, the DCSD was formed. The Diamond City Super Division was made to combat the new superhuman menace, comprised of other superpowered individuals who were trained to fight the new threat.

Incredibly and superpowered fights were commonplace in the streets of Diamond City, so much that many of the news stations of the city have created segments on their channels showcasing these fights, and even most places started taking advantage of the frequent fighting to even create a form of gambling from them, betting on various heroes and villains to see who would get up on top.

The gambling, though viewed as highly unethical in the beginning, actually proved to not only boost the city’s profits and revenue, but has greatly increased revenue from tourism people came to the city not only to take in it’s large and beautiful splendour, but to see if they can’t get rich fast by betting on the right hero or villain.

Because of the increase in income by the betting and tourists, most of the DCSD heroes and the criminals of the city were even contacted by city officials, even becoming contractually obligated to cause some trouble or try to save the day on government funds.

Heroes and villains being paid to fight, being paid when they win or lose. It all quickly became a sort of special fighting league, one that was kept hidden by the civilians of the city, but one that was caught on pretty quickly by local authorities and news crew.

It was like betting on boxers, except like boxing or anything other fighting league, this one had no rules.
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Anonymous 15/08/05(Wed)10:58 No. 23791 ID: 6dc048

That was pretty crazy but pretty good.




The Tardy Slip Anonymous 15/08/03(Mon)17:59 No. 23788 ID: 3344b8 [Reply]

tags: exhibitionism, embarrassment, softcore, puns

I thought of this silly but strangely hot idea back when I was still in high school and wrote the story in an afternoon. Just a very short, lighthearted little exhibitionism fantasy about a high school girl.

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Ashley's elbows swung wildly, hands gripping the straps of the backpack as it bounced violently against her shoulderblades. Her skin was hot, hair stuck to her forhead and undershirt glued to her body. Her breath came in desperate, ad hoc bursts. It didn't feel like running, it felt like horizontal falling, legs flailing in a vaguely running-like pattern that seemed to propel her forward. She stumbled to a stop as she reached the school gate. Which was closed.

She caught her hands on her knees and gulped sweet oxygen, glaring at the gate through the fringe that was now tossed and sweaty for nothing.

BZZZT. A bored voice crackled through the intercom, "Yeah?".

"Could you open the gate, please?" Ashley panted. A burst of white noise as the operator sighed into the mic.

"Get a tardy slip on your way in." he said. She almost considered turning around and skipping class right there and then. But the gate rumbled open and she made her way to the office, trudging along as slowly as she could to give herself time to cool off. She felt her cheeks warm and red from the jog over. She tried to count how many tardies she'd had that semester - was it two? Three? Please, she thought, don't let this be the third. Maybe if it was, they'd forget. She'd reached the hall outside the office.
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Anonymous 15/08/05(Wed)10:57 No. 23790 ID: 6dc048

that was great. Definitely need the next part




Conquering With Darkness Mint 11/04/14(Thu)06:51 No. 11868 ID: 8c6d64 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

This is the sequel to Toying with Darkness. If you want to read the first one without going through the pages of this board, it can be found here:

http://original.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600103154

I have to voice that I'm a bit concerned about posting a sequel. New people come across this story, don't want to bother reading the original and then just move on. I'll post a summary of the first story after this chapter. I'm just too tired to write it now and I want to begin this story. So for first time readers who are too lazy to read the original, hit reply to find the summary and if it's not there yet, just be patient.

And it begins. This one contains a shit ton of battles, some death, some drama and a whole lot of sex. If you'll notice on the tags I added a new one since I posted it on my blog. I forgot to include it. I'm sure you'll enjoy.

Tags: Anal, orgy, incest, orgy, bestiality, abuse, angst, anthro, Bondage, sadism, masochism, body modification (in every sense of the term), corruption, dominance (male to female, female to female and female to male), exhibitionism, lesbianism (a lot), futanari, humiliation, underage, pedophilia (lots), mind control (demon powers), character deaths (some you might not want to), pregnancy, oral, rape, slavery, masturbation, transformation, violence, gore, blood-drinking, pissing, plushie (you heard me), bunny sex (not kidding), lactation (yeah, I'm going there)

ON WITH THE SHOW!!!!!

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Chapter 1
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Mint 15/08/02(Sun)07:43 No. 23784 ID: 62b1d7

>>23769

Don't assume things butt-munch.


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Anonymous 15/08/03(Mon)04:25 No. 23786 ID: 36e3b1

>>23784
I wasn't assuming anything. I asked a question. It's like assuming, except it's the other thing.


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Mint 15/08/03(Mon)11:04 No. 23787 ID: 62b1d7

>>23786

Stop bumping you retard. You're trying to save face when it's obvious what you did. Let this thread die for god's sake.

FYI, I'm not bumping because it's at the top of the board. NO ONE POST ANYMORE.




Truth or Dare (TG,m>f,f, mf, lapdance!) TG Wave 14/06/06(Fri)18:28 No. 21908 ID: 9b2d01 [Reply]

It was a cold winter's day in early January when I drove through the heavy snow to my high school friend's house. Being my first trip back home since starting college, I'd spent the earlier part of the break with family celebrating the holidays, but in the week or so until school started up again, I made it a goal to see my friends. They'd all started college as well and it would be our first chance to catch up since we'd all parted ways in late August.

Finally I reached the house, a frosted cape, lights glowing from inside promising warmth in the frigid weather. First however, I prepared for the journey from the driveway, putting on my heavy coat, gloves and hat. Even the walk to the front door would be uncomfortable with the subzero temperatures and heavy snow.

Two other cars were sitting in the driveway, relatively free of snow, signaling that I was the last of my friends to arrive but by a small margin. This visit had a good chance of turning into a sleepover the way the snow was pilling up on the roads. Bundled up I stepped out onto what should have been the front walk, although with 6 inches of new snow it was impossible to tell. Slogging my way up to the front door and hitting the doorbell, I stuck my hands in my pockets, turning my back to the icy breeze. Fortunately, the door opened almost immediately and my best friend welcomed me into the warmth and light of the interior.

My first assumption had been correct, my other friends had recently arrived and their snow-covered gear piled up near the door had only begun to melt. I added boots and gloves to the pile, and then four of us exchanged greetings. Mel, whose parents’ owned the home, gave me a big grin and seemed the happiest to see me. The impression I got was that perhaps he had found the confidence in college that had eluded him so frequently in high school. Perhaps the self-assurance came from the time he’d been putting into the weight room. Muscles were evident in his shoulders and legs that had not always been there.

Charles waved a hand in greeting, his ginger hair and freckles glowing in the well-lighted entryway. His usual distracted nature was on display, his attention focused on something in the living room that I couldn’t see.

Last, Pete came in, his arms wide for a hug, he was always touchy feely in a way that often made us uncomfortable. We would have joked about how he was probably gay, but in high school he had been the only one with a girlfriend, a fact that fizzled such mockery before it could start.

At a gesture from Charles, I walked with Pete’s arm over my shoulder, joining my friends as they sat around the rug in the living room. In the middle of the rug, instead of the old, wooden coffee table was a large black orb nearly a foot tall. The orb itself sat in a dull gray marble base that looked as if it served to prevent the ball from rolling free on t Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/06/07(Sat)18:40 No. 21913 ID: fa5b53

I am excited to see where this goes! Keep up the good work!


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Anonymous 14/06/15(Sun)19:50 No. 21950 ID: db8f99

awesome.


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Anonymous 15/07/21(Tue)12:37 No. 23751 ID: 02288f

Fucking bump




My First Attempt at story telling Lickit 13/10/16(Wed)21:17 No. 19930 ID: 49e734 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Hi, I thought I would attempt a story. Here is
chapter one. Tell me what you think.


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Thank you Lickit 15/04/22(Wed)02:21 No. 23490 ID: 1310ed

Wow!! I know it's been a looooong time. Sorry, I fell ill ... EXTREMELY ill. I was in the hospital for over six months. I do have every intention of finishing this story. (Spoiler) there is a very interesting twist toward the end, however, as I am recovering, it will still be a while before I can finish. I will be back ASAP. Thank you whom ever it was that bumped. I fully expected this to be off the board by now.


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Shad 15/05/28(Thu)12:41 No. 23614 ID: 3e26f6

hope you are recovering well! still very much want this to continue


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BAMP Frudle 15/07/13(Mon)23:35 No. 23734 ID: 4332e6

NEVER LET THE DREAM DIE! Hope you are feeling well, and hope you will keep writing this.




Career Day Phoenix!!xlZGywLzWw 15/06/21(Sun)10:46 No. 23685 ID: 74ff38 [Reply]

Tags: Adult male - child female, schoolgirl, uniforms, first time, consensual

I found this story in my travels and, since I've so horribly hit writer's block with my zombie story, wanted to give back to the community in a different way. This is not my writing; in fact, this is the writing of two different strangers, a man and a woman, so that's why the POV changes between the two characters. Anyway, I hope you fuckers enjoy this as much as I did.

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With a groan, the officer climbed out of his car. He couldn't believe that his sergeant had tasked him with this assignment. Dealing with crackheads, burglars, and domestics? Hell yeah, all day long. Foot chases, car chases, the occasional tense standoff with a drawn weapon? No problem! But this...

Walking up to the large red brick building, he sighed, took off his sunglasses, and pushed open the door marked "Theodore Roosevelt Middle School."

After signing in, and being guided to the small multi-purpose room that had two classes worth of sixth graders in it, the officer found himself at the end of a string of folks of various professions. Each were dressed in their normal work attire - the four hose-draggers had one guy in full bunker gear and SCBA, poor bastard - with various implements of their trade. The teacher would give a brief intro, they would each talk for about 5 minutes, then answer questions.

Finally, the officer's turn came. At the end of the line, right before lunch, when no-one was paying attention. Naturally. He put on his best "Officer Friendly" face, his steel-blue eyes scanning the room as he talked. Most of the kids were looking at the clock, the door, maybe a couple of the other professions they liked; essentially anywhere but at him. Except a handful of them. One in particular, a slender little redhead with a scattershot of freckles on her pugnacious little nose appeared interested, so he directed his speech towards her, mainly.

Escaping the onerous question-and-answer session quickly, it was time for lunch. The teacher (sort of cute, in a librarian with glasses fashion) chatted with him for a bit, then had to return to her classroom, leaving him sitting alone at the table.
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Sibling Cam Show Phoenix!!xlZGywLzWw 15/07/06(Mon)19:58 No. 23715 ID: fe6dc2

I have two more stories from this author saved to my computer, here's the first one. Again, more [Mg] and now some [incest] and [exhibition]. I think I'm getting better at this tag thing?

Again, this is not my original work, I may put that on another thread so as to not confuse other people.

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It had been a hellish month. When her babysitter had woken her up that fateful night, Molly hadn't understood what was going on, much less what it would mean. Now, as she looked around her new room, it was starting to sink in.

Her parents were dead.

In truth, that was somehow the easiest part of the situation to swallow. Molly’s mom had been shocked to get pregnant with her - she was over forty at the time - and her parents had always seemed to treat raising her as annoyance. They went out as much as they used to, leaving young Molly to be raised primarily by her teachers and babysitters.

That didn't mean that Molly didn't love her parents. She did, desperately. She just wished they loved her as much.

After the accident, Molly's mind was too much of a blur to consider how her life would change. She certainly never expected to be here. Her older brother Jeff - the child her parents wanted and loved and bragged about all the time, the one whose pictures covered the walls of her home despite the fact that he only visited once a year - had taken her aside at the funeral to explain that he was going to take care of her from now on.
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Anonymous 15/07/09(Thu)12:35 No. 23726 ID: 5dc796

>>23712

You're right, I'm an idiot. I read this over several nights so forgot about the initial disclaimer. I'm just glad there is still one more story to go. These are awesome.


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Anonymous 15/07/09(Thu)17:50 No. 23727 ID: 217dd7

Both of them are great.

I love how the author express the fact they're wasting their life. The first one realise it at the end, the little girl obviously laking any maturity needed to keep a secret. The second one crippled into "debt" by obviously abusing creditors (I don't know about your country but here, we can refuse an inheritance and you can't force payment without a court sue), going in front of the camera without a proxy, showing his face and name.

Perfectly written, he know how to bring stuff and the "erotic" part is pretty neat.




X-Dress with no realatives Roger 15/07/07(Tue)06:00 No. 23717 ID: dcf91b [Reply]

My Mother was killed on Dec 1. when I was 6 and in 1st grade. CPS and a cop informed me about 11 pm on a school night and took me to a foster home at 1:00 am.

I still did not understand all that I had been told. I was put in a bed in a dorm run by some old couple that made their money from foster kids. The dumb CPS women forgot my clothes. I was wearing shorts and T-shirt a flip-flops.

I had no sleep and 'died' when my head hit the pillow at 2 am.

In the morning, I found the dorm had 9 girls and me. Up until this point I was a boy. They giggled and dressed me in a cute, no sleeve-dress and frilly socks. They fluffed my longish hair and put on a tad of make up and painted by finger and toe nails pink, all before the 7:45 bus pick-up.

I didn't mind the clothes but I was not going to school like this. In the mirror I looked like a little miss beauty contestant.

The old man raised my dress and 3 whacks on my bare ass convinced me that school might not be so bad. He said - "Find 'her' some underwear."

An older girl provided tight satin pink shorts that kept me flatter in front and black, one strap little girl shoes with a 1 inch heel.

The woman gave me papers to take to school (by myself). My name on my paperwork was PAT. All 10 of us went to the same elementary school. I was still in a daze and had no conversation with anyone. When we got off the bus, the oldest girl took me to the office and before she left me said, "Don't forget to use the Girl's Restroom."
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Anonymous 15/07/07(Tue)08:46 No. 23718 ID: d7e04b

dude what




Make Me A Promise the wolf 15/06/27(Sat)01:31 No. 23701 ID: 08bfa8 [Reply]

“Make me a promise....”

Written by "The Wolf"
dedicated to my fellow wolf "Fog Bank"
keep up the good work.

John was lying naked in the hot dry July grass as his niece straddled his crotch. She rocked her hips back and forth rolling him around inside of her, as the sharp ground sliced into his back. Her dark raven hair fell about her body like a black waterfall against her soft pale skin. He could feel her wet tight cunny encasing is hard thick cock, as she rode him like a cowboy. He lay looking up into her face as expressions of ecstasy flashed across it in the dim glow of the moonlight.

His grunts of pleasure mixed with hers, and accompanied the sounds of crickets in the nearby darkness. The large white pearl of the moon, hanging high in the velvet night sky, shed soft light on their love-making, and changed her pale skin into angelic virgin alabaster, framed by the bejeweled night sky behind her. She was not yet ten, and big for her age, but had yet to begin the journey into full womanhood. John marveled at the beauty, and grace of her flawless youth as she dominated him. Anna looked down at him through the haze of cardinal pleasure, her emerald eyes flashed with desire and lust that his soul mirrored.

The sensations that he felt as she twisted, and manipulated him deep inside of her body was only one step removed from exquisite torture, as he lay in the hot grass. John raised his hands toward her spreading his fingers wide as she reached out lacing her tiny soft fingers with his, and using this new leverage lowered her lips to kiss his without stopping their rhythmic fornication. Her kiss was like pure delicate innocence, and was The sweetest thing he have ever tasted in his life. She was like a wild sexual animal bucking and grinding on top of him, and she also had an appetite for sex that would put most older women to shame. Less than a year ago he would never have dreamt in his wildest dreams that he would be doing something like this with her, but here they were.

“I love you sweetheart,” He swore to her, He looked up into her face and it felt like looking into the face of God “I promise to never hurt you, and always love you.”

“Shut up, and fuck me uncle John!” she said looking down at him with that bewitching little smile, that lit her devilish emerald eyes with mischief.
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Anonymous 15/06/28(Sun)02:16 No. 23702 ID: f00025

Where can i find more of your works Mr Wolf?




crossdressing, dub-con, glory holes, etc. (pretty gay yo) sadako 13/09/04(Wed)09:06 No. 19642 ID: 93dcec [Reply]

His short breath echoing in the mostly empty bathroom was loud at first, but when it came filled with the sound of his mouth working over a particularly thick cock, the noises were deafening. Kora shifted the position of his heels on the floor, the scraping barely ringing out above the choking sounds that his throat made when the length he had buried in his throat thrust a little too deep. He was focused tonight. He needed the money this week, and he was determined to earn it before it was time to pack up and leave.

This was his stall. The familiar rough brush of duct tape against the little tip of his nose told him that. Through teary eyes, he could just barely make out the familiar slurs that graffitied the wall above the crudely cut hole. More or less accurate insults of 'slut' and 'bitch' loomed over his head as he gave the shaft in his mouth a very generous suck, letting himself pull back to catch his breath. There was a reason men came to him. Not only because he had a perfect mouth, but because he was one of the very few that allowed guys who didn't have a condom to spare to fuck his face every once in a while. It was even rumored that sometimes, he'd let a select few come into his stall. And that, too, was true. For this--and for just about everything else--he didn't charge, but he did require protection, which was a fault in the eyes of some. But they always came back. He had regulars that knew he'd let them in if they pushed at the stall door.

"C'mon..." Came the terse grunt of the man he had been ignoring, effectively breaking his concentration when the spongy knob of a dick jabbed against his cheek, then his lower lip, slathering his face with a mixture of pre-cum and saliva. Sometimes he forgot the fact that there was someone behind the wall, someone attached to the appendages he spent most of his nights sucking on. It wasn't something that he honestly cared about, and he really didn't have the urge to fix it either. Kora's eyes dropped as he grabbed the base, staring down the throbbing member, dripping and looking as if it would be ready to pop at any second. The veins stood out a faint, lovely blue against the red flesh, the skin stained a shimmering pink with his lip-gloss. It was drooling all over the crest of his chest, or at least what little skin that was peaking out from the tiny scrap of dress he had on. A dress that was already very messy from other loads from boys that day. The sight prompted a sensation of arousal, and elicited a small hiss from between his lips and through his teeth, the pillows swollen from the rough fucking this guy had been giving his mouth. He let his tongue out to roll along the head, and Kora could hear the heavy sigh the man gave in response. These few seconds of licking spanned longer and longer, until he was caught up in the motions of swirling his tongue over the slit, stroking firm and slow over Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/03/28(Fri)03:16 No. 21444 ID: 6fffdb

Seems good, but the only thing I ask for, if it isn't too much, is more empty space instead of blocks of text, makes it easier to read.


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Anonymous 14/10/11(Sat)08:19 No. 22554 ID: 1e86e1

Oh god moar plz.


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Anonymous 15/06/08(Mon)15:28 No. 23646 ID: dd1195

keep it alive




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