Godfuckin damn, man....well why else would I fuckin bate to your undies, you big muthafucka?

I wanna to see you destroy my undies...your towerin bod aided by your phallic post gettin stimulated to tha max as always, but this time usin my threaded cockcage as your flashlight. Does it feel good, tha texture? I musta used 3 different types of oils n prolly 2 kinds of lotion n even my own fuckin spit to help jack off, only to stuff my cummed-over cock right back inside em--it has a rich, deep-seated aroma that anybody like us cockfaggots can appreciate! Helps that I haven't washed my draws or my crotch for hours on end.

Holy shit, you goin in on my underwear--think my pubes are clingin onto your massive meat, too! And good Gawd, you always look handsome...dark, sweaty n fulla stank--a personal, holy trinity which I cannot bring myself to hate, only adore; your influence is so powerful, your shirt's almost invisible--it kinda looks like a bellydancer's croptop....damn, I wonder how you'd look in that, while you rape dat crusty cloth!

Oh, teari--I hear it tearing! Yeeeeeeeh, batebro--fuck dat shit up. Ruin my underwear, permanently gape it from a small to an XXXXL, fuckin meathead! I wanna hang it over my head, & do solo rituals with it or with any other willin to join in dis newfound tradition, dealin wit tha black magic which is humpin our palmpussies til an entire day's breadth of hours are wasted, n cocks can't take it no mo.

GodDAYUM--tha sounds are a fuckin trip! Aside from our voiceless breathes exhalin n cursin, tha prominent sound of your sweaty dick has caused my dick to be in a state of a permanent on...my body twitches from tha sensational spikes dat occur, n I just went thru a few of em as I focus on my ears hearin myself pumpin my greasy dick away, n also thinkin about da fact that those sounds are drowned out by dose loud n reverent activities of your own--tha squickin of your wet n pulsatin cockbulb, tha ever-recognizable sound of shaftstrokin, tha rustlin of your pubes as your otha hand lays pitched on tha base of yo girth, n tha squishy sounds of your balls stewin up their buffet of peeped-milk, muffled groanin soundin out from em like a pair of stomach simmerin in deir own, bubbly heat.

And...h-holy shit....I can smell my old, brown seed n pubesweat n coconut oil mixin in wit yo own stench--my nose won't stop buggin, even as its gettin pelted wit thicc droplets of sweat, it won't stop bein mesmerizing by your wholesome self...fuck, all dat liquid must is splattering on me, from your hyperdick, bouncin boulders, your everything-- a rain of bodily, bara exhaust cascades on my lean, slender body, like a semen-induced prelude to tha spermful cumfall of a bukkake!

I would make my mouth ache to submit to your ball's request of bein fondled wit, but my body refuses to leave where I stand, my hands refuse to detach from my boibits, n this angle of you, where I stand, where your penis looms over me like a calm befo tha storm, topped off by a rosy cap, a shroomhead, happily bein a mouthbreather for tha moment, its underside surrounded in an ornament of it's own, cheesy filth--it's too good of a view to derive from.

N you must be liking yo own view, too--your cock, angled to where its on par wit where your mouth's at, pamperin your dick wit my garbage, n if you look hard enough you can see my widdle ass stranded in cocknballdom, mindcontrolled n spellbounded under your ethereal command, my hands likewise pumpin my own, inferior, 'normal', 'socially-accepted'-sized combo of bbc & bbb, meatbeatin ourselves for one anotha, a bond once materialized will never dissolve....you prolly can see da tall shadow of your ripe, excited monsterdong casted over my whole body, your dickskull's shadow extended beyond me, its mirrorin shadow mimicin its own, constant throbbin...when you really think about, it's almost like a sneak peek into tha future, of how I would look riding you--impaled mercilessly, several inches of shaft impossibly protrudes from my mouth as you look on, watchin me take it all....tha thought of that alone is enough to make sumbody shoot hard n heavy....at least it's tha case for me....

....O-o....oooh shit....I hear em cute groans leapin from yer throat....did...didju hear my thoughts of what I said about cockshadows & shit? Maybe I shouldn't doubt a God like you leavin me as depraved as you...oh shit, dat open smile, your hangin tongue, dem soft exhaled fuelin you to finish dis fuckin session once n for all....my face couldn't help but copy, our thoughts truly tethered at this point, as if our minds are about to pop outta our bodies n exist in tha astral plane for a time...my cockless hand is slappin my droopy scrotum....oooh, I can't.....OOOH I can't take it....ooooOOOAAAUWGH, its get--its gettin dere....oh faaawk, my niggadick is about to reach its limit--HNGNNNNNN--!

Like fireworks, our homosexual celebration explodes monstrously, I scream at tha top of my lungs as him wrenches free from my feeble urethra, spunk shooting out like buckshot as a couple strands land on your greasy, veiny balls, but my tribute is nuthin, it's straight-up cucked as you sick out your nuke of dense dickdairy--it's as tho tha world went slow as I witness tha genital wave--like a liquidy spirit was banished from its abode, tha sperm so creamy n abundant I think can't even see a bit of seen lurkin within, its like it's 100% cum! I see its airborne arch reaches its nadir, and angles towards me--me, tha ones whose legs are bent, thighs burnin, knees strainin n occasionally bucklin, cock in misfire, balls in midspank, anus in midwink, my face in full-on, braindead ahegao mode, completely drenched in must n sweat, finally gets dealt wit tha bukkake. My breathin is stilted n shaky.....my brain is fried. My barabuddy can see my whole hide painted in ivory...droppin offa me, a puddle of his manmilk continues to surround my feet n drown my soles in its gooeyness....SNNRNRNRNNNRRF--dayum, & it smells strong, too. It's got dis sickly-sweet element to its overtly-salty, chemical-like smell....pretty much stanks of bleach, ironically.

I flinched--his words & my barabliterated pair of underwear came outta nowhere to annihilate tha drippy ambience...n also absorb tha hypernut which laid on my drenched face.

"Looks like YOU and your draws now reek of my filthy cock!" he lets out a devilish laugh.

And now, whenever I get tha chance of havin tha locker room all too myself n my amazin batebro & barabuddy himself, I huff in deep, intimate breaths of my underwear--or maybe HIS underwear, lettin him watch indulge in tha endeavor he's put this fucker thru.

I'm such a bitch...I'm so hinged in submission that I don't need to jerk off anymore--I keep on corruptin my mind n make my thoughts smell as beautiful as these torn n worn threads, my eight-inch clit barely takes no time in willingly throwin up spunksquirts of betanut from my motherly cuntballs....

FUCK, tha smell of his dick is so good......I'm never washing these. Ever.