Rogue

Every year you must donate your sperm to the most obsessed, most psychotic woman you’ve ever met~ A combined three days, 14 hours, and 20 minutes is spent milking your poor cock~ Unfortunately, most have trouble letting their new 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 leave~

While honeypots are usually inconspicuous, this one was a bit 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚~ Instead of the usual backdoor dealings and quiet trades, all throughout the building employees could hear screeches, moans, and occasional whimpering of state secrets~

Did you know that the longer you thrust that stupid stick between your fist, the more productive you become~ I can guarantee that there’s thousands of you even more focused than ever before~ Don’t believe me~? Well, there’s only one way to find out~

It wasn’t too difficult luring you to her room~ Of course the allure of seeing her completely and utterly naked was too much to bear~ Little did you know that you’d be at for hours upon hours… no relief in sight~

They say that salvation is foun when your hot neighbor tongue fucks you halfway braindead:

I’m sure she’ll like it if you try sticking it in one more time~ Maybe you won’t squeal so much between her massive tits this time~

As safe as you can be, you can never be too careful around even your closest of friends~ You could’ve sworn she’s been giving you some mixed signals lately~

“It’s just too good to be true, there’s no way she’d scam us out of such a good deal” The conveniently placed succubus posing as a merchant:

You can never be too careful this time of year~ Even the slightest bit of stimulation can set someone off~ But who knows, I’m sure they’d much prefer cumming their brains out~

To make up for your poor performance during annual reviews, someone else had to “foot the bill”~ At such an egregiously low number, we fear it may take months to recoup from our losses~

Coincidentally the winning numbers were also 2, 4, 9, and 6~ Unfortunately, you were too busy staring at her massive rack to cash it in~ Maybe next time…

She’s only one of your best employee because she rubs a fat one out of you every night~ Sure, her ass is fat, and sure, she makes you howl like a dog, but can’t say “objectively” if she uses her fat bubble butt to make you writhe in ecstasy~

As to not lose out on the populist vote, the government has mandated that you fuck yourself braindead into a near-comatose state~ As such, they have issued fleshlights, capable of milking gallons upon gallons within mere hours~ Contact your officials for more information:

Taking the holidays off is always such an exciting time~ Great food, tons of presents, and incessant whining and moaning while you rub your twitching dick against her fat ass~ And unstable family dynamics and a rampant addiction to booze can always be solved by “mommy”~

While creating “xp farms” is genuinely frowned upon unless you’re a demon, there’s nothing saying you can’t do such a thing~ So while it did take 40 days and 40 nights, and approximately three hundred and twenty three binding spells, she eventually did catch her special prey~

While everyone automatically assumes the first choice would be to detest such an outrageous act, the correct choice is welcome it, with an open mouth of course~ It’s much better to admit you’re addicted to her stench than to spend the next 12 hours having it stomped out of you~

They say every day you doubt your ability to beg and whine is a day missed out on getting milked by a voluptuous slime girl~ Big breasts and curvy hips are more than enough reason to act like a dumb mutt in heat~

Big-breasted onis live in the mountains, they take their offering in gallons once a month~ You doubted them when they said “don’t stare too long when the pretty women shakes her boobs in your face”~ It was too late by the time she dragged you to the back~

Footing the bill for every night out has to be exhausting at this point… it certainly isn’t easy wasting thousands on expensive steak~ You’re fortunate that you her massive rack is here, how else could you possibly be convinced~ Squirming and moaning for hours on end, but eventually you come to your “senses”~

When your subscription plan ends, you actually get smothered by your thick, curvy android who you insist on calling “mommy”: