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You should try to quit or at least cut down, every post I've seen from you was about BBC or Gooning. Your obsession with sex is unhealthy.
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“Got-dayum!” the guard kissed his sissy bitch as he filled his belly up with jizz. “Dat’s gooooood.”
The guard produced at least five times his typical volume of cum. The ganjala had blown his balls up to epic proportions, and its rumored orgasmic enhancement proved to be true. The guard’s face contorted into pure bliss. That snug little sissy hole squeezed out the best orgasm of his life.
“It’s so warm, king,” Alex whispered into his black master’s ear. “It’s oozing inside me.”
“Git da fuck down here. My muhfuckin’ turn!” the second guard yelled.
He grabbed Alex by the neck and threw him to the forest floor, pulling his tight asshole off of his fellow guard’s spent cock. The cum threatened to ooze out of Alex’s boipussy, but the guard wrestled him into a “face down, ass up” doggy-style position.
“Show me dat ass,” the guard commanded.
Alex lifted his round sissy butt up into the air. As he hiked it higher, gravity sent the thick gobs of African cum further into his insides. It slid deep within him — viscous and warm — coating the tender tunnel ravaged by their big black cocks. Alex’s little clitty dripped more precum, and he prepared for another hot injection of jizz.
“Dis what you get, whiteboi, fo fuckin’ wit my ancestas,” the second guard threatened. He worked the head of his dick into the sissy’s asshole. Sweat dripped from his mighty, simian brow. “I’m gon’ FLOOD you ass’ wit dis NUT!”
“Do it, soul brotha!” Jamal encouraged him. “Break dis’ lil’ bitch!”
Jamal sparked up a joint: this time regular military-issue weed. All New African soldiers carried packs of pre-rolled joints with them. He jerked himself off and took long draws from the joint. The weed buzz complemented the ganjala nicely.
The second guard was bigger than the first. His cock was just as long, but even thicker. Alex wailed in aching agony as it stretched him. The guard’s huge black hands wrapped around Alex’s thin white hips and pulled him into his body.
“Who you love, bitch?” he barked.
“I love YOU, king!” Alex cried.
“Who own you, bitch?” he barked.
“YOU own me, king!” Alex moaned through mascara tears.
This ritual humiliation pleased the second guard. The pace of his fucking grew rapid. It became hectic and ecstatic, less regular, more feverish: sure signs an overpowering orgasm was building. Inspector Jamal relished the sight as he filled the air with dank weed smoke. He couldn’t look away: a thick, wet, glistening black dick splitting those soft white cheeks in two, gliding back and forth through the snug aperture, his homeboy destroying that tender hole and claiming it for the greater glory of the black race.
“Pound dat shit,” Jamal coached his subordinate. “Show dis whiteboi how a REAL nigga fuck.”
Jamal put his boot on Alex’s head and forced his face down into the grass. The guard pounded out thumping, heavy thrusts, busting Alex’s tender ass cheeks, tearing into him.
“Dis is fo’ slavery! Dis’ is fo’ Jim Crow! Dis is fo po-leese brutality!” he cried.
Each thrust was a micro-reparation. Each shredding, angry slam was righteous justice. The guard was drunk with lust and retribution. The twin forces fed each other, and his gigantic seven-foot frame reeled with apoplectic arousal as he fucked his way to orgasm.
“F-f-uck yeah, I’m gon’ nut!” he growled from his deepest being.
Jamal held Alex still as the second guard filled him up. No wiggling. No struggling. He would take the cum injection like a good slave bitch. And he did. Alex sobbed softly, relaxing as best he could, his tiny cock tingling with desire and shame.
“Ahhhhh FUUUCK!” the second guard lost control.
His explosion was even angrier, more forceful, and thicker than the first. Oceans of pearly white cum rampaged through Alex’s insides. The African seed added to the vast reservoir already within him, and Alex felt a sensation of warm fullness.
“Oh sheeit! Is you still nuttin’?” Jamal asked, smoking his joint and tugging himself.
“Yeeeessss,” the second guard’s face contracted and twitched with fury. His nostrils flared. His bleary eyes squinted. The corners of his huge lips curled downward in deep mammalian bliss. “S-s-still nuttin’.”
For a full thirty seconds, the guard’s trembling cock shot fresh ropes of cum. His balls quivered and shook, and they contracted back down to normal size as the ganjala-fueled cumload filled the sissy’s belly. Finally, he came to rest, breathing heavily in the cool night air.
“It’s so fucking warm, kings,” Alex whimpered. “I’m full of cum. I’m ready to fucking burst.”
“You ain’t seen shit yet,” Jamal said.
He handed his joint to the second guard, who pulled his giant limp cock out of Alex and stood beside his other seven-foot cohort. They were in for a show. Even though Jamal was shorter and less slighter than his guards, he burned with masculine African virility. He’d fought in the revolution, and it hardened him into a pitiless brute.
“You best make room up in dat ass, bitch, cuz Daddy finna fill you ALL DA WAY up,” Jamal said, squeezing Alex’s tender ass. He examined his gaping boipussy, dripping with warm cum, filled up like a pastry overstuffed with cream. “Turn over, bitch!”
Jamal threw Alex onto his back. The cool grass caressed Alex’s sweaty, ravaged sissy body. The ganjala high was peaking. The world was surreal and vivid. Every nerve stood on edge. He laid on his back, his quivering sissy clitty begging to be touched, but locked in a permanent frustrated chastity.
The ganjala had swollen the inspector’s balls. His nuts filled up with jizz, and he ached for release.
“Get yo’ muhfuckin’ legs back!” Inspector Jamal grabbed Alex’s soft, supple white legs behind the knees and pushed them back like a contortionist. His sissy heels and ankles wrenched back, almost behind his head. Gravity once again settled the buckets of cum inside him. “You best open dat ass up, slut. It’s my berffday, got-dayum it.”
Alex peered into those cold eyes. Jamal meant business. The complicated symphony of anger, rage, hate, and desire swelled to its grand finale. Alex fought back tears, focusing on Kaylee. He looked past Jamal’s muscular body, out into the dark horizon of pines, and whispered “hang on, baby.”
Jamal laughed at Alex’s tiny little clitty. He slapped it with his heavy cock, rattling its chastity cage. The vibrations drove Alex insane with desire. Despite the shame, he wanted nothing more than to rub his little nub against Jamal’s beautiful master dick. He wanted to know what pleasure felt like.
“How you like dat, whiteboi?” Jamal asked as he inserted.
“I l-l-love it, king,” Alex cried, fighting to relax his ass.
The guard produced at least five times his typical volume of cum. The ganjala had blown his balls up to epic proportions, and its rumored orgasmic enhancement proved to be true. The guard’s face contorted into pure bliss. That snug little sissy hole squeezed out the best orgasm of his life.
“It’s so warm, king,” Alex whispered into his black master’s ear. “It’s oozing inside me.”
“Git da fuck down here. My muhfuckin’ turn!” the second guard yelled.
He grabbed Alex by the neck and threw him to the forest floor, pulling his tight asshole off of his fellow guard’s spent cock. The cum threatened to ooze out of Alex’s boipussy, but the guard wrestled him into a “face down, ass up” doggy-style position.
“Show me dat ass,” the guard commanded.
Alex lifted his round sissy butt up into the air. As he hiked it higher, gravity sent the thick gobs of African cum further into his insides. It slid deep within him — viscous and warm — coating the tender tunnel ravaged by their big black cocks. Alex’s little clitty dripped more precum, and he prepared for another hot injection of jizz.
“Dis what you get, whiteboi, fo fuckin’ wit my ancestas,” the second guard threatened. He worked the head of his dick into the sissy’s asshole. Sweat dripped from his mighty, simian brow. “I’m gon’ FLOOD you ass’ wit dis NUT!”
“Do it, soul brotha!” Jamal encouraged him. “Break dis’ lil’ bitch!”
Jamal sparked up a joint: this time regular military-issue weed. All New African soldiers carried packs of pre-rolled joints with them. He jerked himself off and took long draws from the joint. The weed buzz complemented the ganjala nicely.
The second guard was bigger than the first. His cock was just as long, but even thicker. Alex wailed in aching agony as it stretched him. The guard’s huge black hands wrapped around Alex’s thin white hips and pulled him into his body.
“Who you love, bitch?” he barked.
“I love YOU, king!” Alex cried.
“Who own you, bitch?” he barked.
“YOU own me, king!” Alex moaned through mascara tears.
This ritual humiliation pleased the second guard. The pace of his fucking grew rapid. It became hectic and ecstatic, less regular, more feverish: sure signs an overpowering orgasm was building. Inspector Jamal relished the sight as he filled the air with dank weed smoke. He couldn’t look away: a thick, wet, glistening black dick splitting those soft white cheeks in two, gliding back and forth through the snug aperture, his homeboy destroying that tender hole and claiming it for the greater glory of the black race.
“Pound dat shit,” Jamal coached his subordinate. “Show dis whiteboi how a REAL nigga fuck.”
Jamal put his boot on Alex’s head and forced his face down into the grass. The guard pounded out thumping, heavy thrusts, busting Alex’s tender ass cheeks, tearing into him.
“Dis is fo’ slavery! Dis’ is fo’ Jim Crow! Dis is fo po-leese brutality!” he cried.
Each thrust was a micro-reparation. Each shredding, angry slam was righteous justice. The guard was drunk with lust and retribution. The twin forces fed each other, and his gigantic seven-foot frame reeled with apoplectic arousal as he fucked his way to orgasm.
“F-f-uck yeah, I’m gon’ nut!” he growled from his deepest being.
Jamal held Alex still as the second guard filled him up. No wiggling. No struggling. He would take the cum injection like a good slave bitch. And he did. Alex sobbed softly, relaxing as best he could, his tiny cock tingling with desire and shame.
“Ahhhhh FUUUCK!” the second guard lost control.
His explosion was even angrier, more forceful, and thicker than the first. Oceans of pearly white cum rampaged through Alex’s insides. The African seed added to the vast reservoir already within him, and Alex felt a sensation of warm fullness.
“Oh sheeit! Is you still nuttin’?” Jamal asked, smoking his joint and tugging himself.
“Yeeeessss,” the second guard’s face contracted and twitched with fury. His nostrils flared. His bleary eyes squinted. The corners of his huge lips curled downward in deep mammalian bliss. “S-s-still nuttin’.”
For a full thirty seconds, the guard’s trembling cock shot fresh ropes of cum. His balls quivered and shook, and they contracted back down to normal size as the ganjala-fueled cumload filled the sissy’s belly. Finally, he came to rest, breathing heavily in the cool night air.
“It’s so fucking warm, kings,” Alex whimpered. “I’m full of cum. I’m ready to fucking burst.”
“You ain’t seen shit yet,” Jamal said.
He handed his joint to the second guard, who pulled his giant limp cock out of Alex and stood beside his other seven-foot cohort. They were in for a show. Even though Jamal was shorter and less slighter than his guards, he burned with masculine African virility. He’d fought in the revolution, and it hardened him into a pitiless brute.
“You best make room up in dat ass, bitch, cuz Daddy finna fill you ALL DA WAY up,” Jamal said, squeezing Alex’s tender ass. He examined his gaping boipussy, dripping with warm cum, filled up like a pastry overstuffed with cream. “Turn over, bitch!”
Jamal threw Alex onto his back. The cool grass caressed Alex’s sweaty, ravaged sissy body. The ganjala high was peaking. The world was surreal and vivid. Every nerve stood on edge. He laid on his back, his quivering sissy clitty begging to be touched, but locked in a permanent frustrated chastity.
The ganjala had swollen the inspector’s balls. His nuts filled up with jizz, and he ached for release.
“Get yo’ muhfuckin’ legs back!” Inspector Jamal grabbed Alex’s soft, supple white legs behind the knees and pushed them back like a contortionist. His sissy heels and ankles wrenched back, almost behind his head. Gravity once again settled the buckets of cum inside him. “You best open dat ass up, slut. It’s my berffday, got-dayum it.”
Alex peered into those cold eyes. Jamal meant business. The complicated symphony of anger, rage, hate, and desire swelled to its grand finale. Alex fought back tears, focusing on Kaylee. He looked past Jamal’s muscular body, out into the dark horizon of pines, and whispered “hang on, baby.”
Jamal laughed at Alex’s tiny little clitty. He slapped it with his heavy cock, rattling its chastity cage. The vibrations drove Alex insane with desire. Despite the shame, he wanted nothing more than to rub his little nub against Jamal’s beautiful master dick. He wanted to know what pleasure felt like.
“How you like dat, whiteboi?” Jamal asked as he inserted.
“I l-l-love it, king,” Alex cried, fighting to relax his ass.
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celibacy is aryan
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common sense tells me actually
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can't save the aryan race if you dont have kids lmao
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