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Just imagine, Technoblade has lived his life, about to die of old age. His mouth moves, and as you lean in to witness the end of a legend, you get decked. The words “teCHNOBLADE NEVER DIES BABEYYY” ring in your ears as you fade in and out of consciousness. Before your eyes close, you see a totem of undying clutched is his hands. The blood god rises again.
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Egg u being a mob kinnie irl?
I am now mob
Oh my god, Bow’s heard all this happen before- he’s not even surprised- the situation upstairs is going nuclear and Bow is just playing with his tablet
BARKBARKBARKBARKBAROBAROBARKBARKBAROBARKBARKN
it’s so cute how you think you still exist to me,
darling
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Breaking News from Douglas Beach
Well well, I said that it could take something like this to happen to shake people up. We have had enough of freeloaders coming in getting everything given to them and chaos of trouble within the communities they are forced into. More and more Britain’s will be feeling the same way. We need to take Britain back. We need to get on our knees and pray for our nation. At the end of the day Every…
your fave tr boy loves drowning himself in your cunt. his mouth salivating while lapping on your pussy— drool dribbling down his chin and dampening the collar of his shirt. he’d press your knees over your shoulders, nose flat between your puffy and slobbering folds so he could thrust his tongue deep into your gummy walls. and it doesn’t matter that he couldn’t breathe— not one bit. as long as he has your sweet cunt attached to his messy and hungry mouth— he’s satisfied.
