TT: The fact that you had permission in writing soothes my racing heart. No more will I lie awake in the lightless hours of night, shaking, as I ponder whether or not my brother is intent on viewing my matesprit's posterior without her consent. TT: Though it would be a shame for such a choice ass to go completely unscoped, wouldn't it? TT: I mean, in the immortal words of a thousand shallow Earth rappers, TT: Dayum.
TT: Oh. TT: That is. TT: Something. TT: How could he swallow it whole like that? TT: Why would he even try?
TT: The mental image of your thrusting anything even remotely phallic down your throat, while at the same time shoving something else up an ass, is one that I would have hoped would never sear my poor, innocent brain. TT: You've caused me real, physical pain. TT: Though I have to wonder. Is there something you'd like to tell me? TT: Regarding a certain mouse-eating troll, perhaps. TT: Maybe the flushed quadrant isn't the only one the two of us are dabbling in.
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TT: Though it would be a shame for such a choice ass to go completely unscoped, wouldn't it?
TT: I mean, in the immortal words of a thousand shallow Earth rappers,
TT: Dayum.
TT: Oh.
TT: That is.
TT: Something.
TT: How could he swallow it whole like that?
TT: Why would he even try?
TT: The mental image of your thrusting anything even remotely phallic down your throat, while at the same time shoving something else up an ass, is one that I would have hoped would never sear my poor, innocent brain.
TT: You've caused me real, physical pain.
TT: Though I have to wonder. Is there something you'd like to tell me?
TT: Regarding a certain mouse-eating troll, perhaps.
TT: Maybe the flushed quadrant isn't the only one the two of us are dabbling in.