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Has this been done yet

THE gay best friends of all time

'thank you for letting me cum inside, thank you thank you thank you- oh fuck wait stop stop stop--oh my go-nnnuhholyshit its so tight when you squeeze like that fuck it hurts waitplease-- hold-hold on!-I just ca-ame-fuck--- you can't-- it hurts it hurts!--ohmygoditssowetwaitwai-ouhhhffffffff- i'm really-- hhhnng-- really sensitive--oh jesus-mmmmffffff-!...oh....fuck.... why... what-- waitno--.. why did you stop-no i- i didn't mean it... you know i-- please? sit back down, please- pleasepleaseplease-'

VAX’ILDAN likes friendly competition as much as the next guy. you challenge him, and he craves the chance to prove himself, so it works out for the most part. however, when you continuously up the ante just so you can win, his more gentlemanly qualities diminish into cheap tactics and trash talk. instead of chivalrously wishing you good luck, he taunts you, “oh, really?” hands sitting haughtily onto his hips as he looks down at you with that grin, a dreamy look in his eyes at the thought of you eating your words and congratulating his foreseen win against you. “is that so?” he adds with his weight tipped onto one side, inviting you to discredit him. “would you like to put some coin on that, my pretty?” you roll your eyes at him, clear on his features how little faith he has in you to back up your words. you blow him off, and when he wins—not because of your lack of merit! you’re sure he counted a body twice after yours and his killing spree… regardless, his choice of gloating is nothing short of systematic. first it’s bragging rights: “i want to hear you say it- in your voice, and don’t be shy. leave nothing out.” he demands, lending his pointed ear to your congratulations, even going as far as to force you to announce it to vox machina, damn your pride. second it’s treating you like some trophy, he totes you around and he gives you a very specific look of warning when you mention anything in edgewise, as if objects have no autonomy to disagree. third it’s victory fucking you. it’s an inevitability, the mix of his high and how you’ve been preening him all day per his requirement. showered with your attention and compliments, it strokes him to attention enough, slipping into your tent to reside between your legs once more. cold fingers pry open your thighs by the soft flesh of their insides, making you hiss between your teeth when his tongue swipes side-to-side against your clit. getting you on your back takes little persuasion, hooking his fingers under your knee to raise your leg to his hip, angling himself just right. “you know, my pet, i’m starting to think you let me win these things.” he muses, voice husky from effort. “i’m a better lay.”

The assholes openly admit it. The whole point of college is to enforce the hierarchy. When those who were supposed to be low on the hierarchy started going to college, the assholes get angry and want to make them suffer for challenging the hierarchy.

a dream a girl has.. you guys sighhh

guy who recently played portal and portal 2 for the first time: Hi

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Drawn within the hour

I´m so happy she´s a girl kisser GOOD FOR HER

LOHEN NEEDS TO MEET A GROUP OF PSYCHIATRISTS