"Yes, my wonderful, beautiful, perfect wife, who is so kind and loving that she'd never considering filing for divorce and crippling me with alimony payments!"
Oh yeah, he’s on all fours, head down sobbing into the mattress right now waiting to take it. He is in a position where he can get absolutely fucking POUNDED and he’s acting the part of a good little bitch whose only option is to play nice and hopefully they’ll just slip it in gently rather than ream the ever living shit out of him. He’s up against the wall as we speak, with Pantsew grabbing his hair and mushing his face into the plasterboard and grunting into his fat bitch ears how bad he’s gonna take it.
The delicate bubble-like masquerade of beating his drug addiction(s) is but a thin veil to distract from the fact that he is, right now, literally begging,
pleading, for Pantsoo to not relentlessly slaughter his nasty loose obese anus with her great horse cock by:
-Taking his child
-Outing him as an ineffective provider
-Proving Josh Moon right
-Proving Harry Morris right
-Decimating his income
-Proving that the nasty vile shit he said about her - that is of record - was never in jest, and that he is in fact just an evil pig monster
I like to think that he had to get Pantsu’s permission to post his bizarre happy families spiel on Twitter, admitting that he has to do it for his own fragile ego to prevent him from doing himself in. A singularly emasculating and shameful display of unbridled faggotry.
Ever see a horse fuck a pig? Well buckle up faggots, it’s (possibly) happening right now.