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So you want to be castrated?   No, here’s a far better idea – one that is guaranteed to not only immortalize you in social media until the end of time but will simultaneously make your 1 inch dick the least looked at part of your body even as your video becomes the most watched in the internet’s history.  That’s what you want right?  You’d do anything to divert attention from your pathetic little worm of a dick, so much so that cooing about the size of your wallet hasn’t led to any satisfaction and you’d rather just be rid of the little worm.  Relax, we’re gonna fix that right now. By far, the most confounding part of being a …

golden horse shits silver bricks femdom

t………[email protected] Nov 16 (1 day ago) to me sry hon its just for this amount 7,000 baht i buy myself a golden horse and let it shit silver bricks until sunset .)   Of course then I send him my photo gallery.  Suddenly he immediately tries to book me and instead of his golden horse he budgets for a rubber rat that doesn’t shit anything.  Still though, he’s a bit short on cash …   dear mistress – goddess who is this on the pics you miss ? you would do that tease session with me omg i am dying – you are so beautiful……….. would you do that session for the estimated price 4000 bat teries pleeaaaassee say yes i short of a …

5050 Chastity Lottery

Emo was a lower class woman from the poverty stricken village living on an income that made her ration the spoons of rice she could feed herself with each day.  That being said, she was happy with her lot in life, and after crunching down on a handful of fried crickets she and her mom had dug up by hand a few hours earlier she lit a candle and read herself to sleep under the sloped tin roof of her open air shack. “Have you seen the numbers child?” her mom said nudging on her shoulder as the first embers of sunlight flickered through the midnight blue sky. The lump in Emo’s throat thumped hard as it dropped suddenly to the lower …

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A most unclean thought not only invades my dreams every night now but it permeates the furthest corners of my mind the way a storm would displace sunshine.  I don’t like to hurt anybody or anything and I’m the type of girl who would sidestep an ant and as recently as last week I took thirty minutes to help a moth escape from my bathroom to my balcony so it could live on.  I love life and I believe all life is sacred and probably the very reason I do this job if we get right down to it is to help people feel better, I’m like a therapist and a quick search for that word in my gmail reveals …