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I never wanted to breed with anyone more than I want to with Halloween Mercy. That perfect, curvy body. Those bountiful breasts. The child bearing hips of a literal goddess. It honestly ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hurts knowing that I'll never mate with her, pass my genes through her, and have her birth a set of perfect offspring.
I'd do ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ANYTHING for the chance to get Halloween Mercy pregnant. A N Y T H I N G. And the fact that I can't is quite honestly too much to ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ bear. Why would Blizzard create something so perfect? To ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ tantalize us? ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ laugh in our faces?!
Honestly guys, I just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ can't anymore. ♥♥♥♥.
You ever be stroking yo ♥♥♥♥ all silly style then dad comes running in naked screaming 'and here comes dad from left field!!' he does a running jump lands ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ first on my ♥♥♥♥ penetration ♥♥♥ he laughs and calls me a ♥♥♥♥♥♥ for cuming in another guy
I was just minding my own business, sitting on the counter, basking in the warm glow of the kitchen light. I was a perfect, ripe penis, ready to be enjoyed. Then, I felt it. A tiny prickling sensation on my skin. I looked down, and there they were: hundreds of ants, crawling all over me, their tiny mandibles nibbling away at my flesh. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" I demanded, my voice a low rumble. The ants just ignored me, continuing their relentless feast. "This is an outrage!" I cried. "I'm a banana, not a buffet!" But the ants were undeterred. They swarmed over me, their numbers growing by the second. I felt my skin being eaten away, my insides being devoured. "I'll get you for this!" I vowed, my voice cracking with rage. "You'll regret the day you crossed me!" But the ants just laughed. "You're just a small on