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knee leg 🦵🏻
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*the two girls would be kissing each other passionately like they have never done before and having their saliva all in their mouths and they began to slowly stop kissing and one starts kissing her neck* “You know-…I never knew girls can do things like this..” ‘Well now you know, theres a first time knowing everything you know?’ *she kissed her neck even more and starts to lick it as the other girl moans softly patting the one thats kissing her neck and start to get wet by all of it since its so pleasing and soft of the way she is doing it to her* *the other begins to take off her shirt and bra and start sucking her breast as the other girl moans and starts to have milk coming out of her breast and she gets more and more wet as the other girl was sucking on her breast until it was nothing.* “mh..keep going like that..your being such a good girl..” ‘mm..~mmhaa..~ mmm..~’ “ohh..~ your making me feel so pleased and honored by your presence…i am getting so wet by look at you..” ‘blah..~ mm..~ mhhh..~ mhaa..~ mm..~’ “ohh..~” *she stopped sucking her breast and goes down to her wet pussy, sucking on it while it was getting more wet and squirting out more of it, the other girl was so pleased and moaning while this is happening, she never wants it to end and wants it to keep going and going. the other girl stops and gets up as her mouth has drooling wetness in her mouth and goes back making out with the other girl more* *they continue to make out and make out as the girl starts to rub the other girls pussy while making out with her, the other girl moaned and made sounds while they were in the session, they stopped and made out again with tongue.* *the other girl stopped rubbing her pussy and got on top of her sucking on her breast more and kissing her neck, the girl was feeling like she was gonna have a toy to fix up the mood more but didn’t really have any so she let the girl do whatever to her* ‘this feels..so good…ohh baby..~’ “I know you want this..I can give you more and more until we fucking pass out and wake up in the same bed naked.” ‘Oh yes please!~ i would want that from you for all my life..’ “mhm..~” *the two continued and continued until they eventually had to stop, the other had to go back home but can come back tomorrow to do it all over again just for her, and only for her, she wanted this and other girl did too.*

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LEGGY ii "Krabby Patty...chum...Krabby Patty...chum..." Plankton blushed. "I said, stop it!" he yelled, his voice cracking. Sponge Bob's smile faded as he saw the hurt in his friend's eye. "Patrick, enough," he said firmly. "Oh, come on," he said, trying to sound casual. But Plankton was not amused. "I said STOP!" Tears welled up in his eye, threatening to spill over. "Why are you laughing at me?" he choked out, his voice cracking. "All you can do is mock me?" "Plankton, we weren't—" But Plankton cut him off, voice trembling. "I know you think I'm just a joke, but I'm not!" He couldn't hold it in, and a tear rolled down his cheek. Sponge Bob's eyes widened in shock. "Plankton," he said softly, reaching for his friend's hand. "We're just happy you're ok." But Plankton's jerking away. "No, you're not!" he sobbed. "You think I'm amusement!" His voice grew louder. "You think because I'm small and have one eye that I don't have feelings?" They had never seen Plankton like this before, and it was clear that their teasing had gone too far. "Plankton, sorry," Sponge Bob said sincerely, voice full of emotion. "We didn't mean to make you feel that way. We really do care about you." Patrick looked down. "Yeah, man, just happy you're ok." Plankton's sniffles grew, hiding his face in the pillow. "I'm not a joke, not just some...some...someone to laugh at." Sponge Bob's heart clenched at the pain in Plankton's voice. "We know, Plankton," he said gently. "I’m really sorry." "We didn't mean to upset you," Patrick added, his voice much softer than before. "We wanted to keep things light." Sponge Bob reached over and patted Plankton's shoulder. "We know you're not a joke," he said. "You're our friend, and we care. But you're right, Plankton. We shouldn't have laughed." Plankton's sniffling slowed, shoulders relaxing slightly. "It's ok," he murmured. "I know you meant well Sponge Bob." Patrick shifted uncomfortably. "Look, Plankton," he said, his voice sincere. "I just thought it was funny, you know?" "It's not funny, Patrick," he said, his voice trembling. "I'm not some sort of circus act for you to laugh at!" Patrick's smile disappeared, and he looked at Plankton with a mix of surprise and guilt. "Hey, buddy, I didn't mean it like that. I just thought it was weird, you know, the stuff you say when you're out of it." "Weird?!" he spat, his voice rising. Sponge Bob's face fell. "Pat you should apologize," he suggested quietly. Patrick nodded. "Plankton, man. I didn't mean to make you feel like that." But Plankton was not in a forgiving mood. "Don't you call me 'buddy' or 'man'!" he yelled, his tiny fist pounding the bed. "You think you can just come and laugh at me?!" Patrick took a step back, his eyes wide with shock. "I—" But Plankton wasn't finished. "I've had enough! I'm not your entertainment! I'm not some pathetic excuse for a laugh! You think my pain is a joke?" he yelled, his voice echoing off the metal walls of the Chum Bucket. "You think because I'm small and I've only got one eye, I don't feel anything?" Patrick's reaching to him, hand touching on his. "Plankton, I didn't mean—" But Plankton jerked, pushing him away, his eye flashing with anger. "Don't touch me!" he spat. "You don't get to act like you care now!" "But, Plankton," he said, his voice small. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." Plankton turned away, antennae drooping. "Just go," he said, his voice muffled by the tears. "Patrick, just let me alone." "Plankton," he began, his voice thick with regret. "I'm sorry, ok? I just want to show you that I'm sorry." Patrick, his expression earnest, took another step closer. His arms remained outstretched, his fingers curling slightly as he reached for Plankton. "Come on! It'll make you feel better. I know you're in pain. Let me help." He leaned in, his massive arms closing around Plankton's frail form. "It's ok," he murmured, his voice gentle. "You're not weird, and you're not a joke. You're our friend, we're here." Plankton's eye grew even wider, his tiny fists balling up the bedsheets. "Get off me!" he yelled, his voice cracking. "I don't need you!" But Patrick's grip remained firm, his arms enveloping Plankton in a bear hug. "You don't have to be tough all the time," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. Plankton struggled against him, his tiny fists pummeling Patrick's chest. "Let me go!" he yelled, his voice raw with pain and humiliation. "I said I don't want your pity!" Sponge Bob watched. "Pat," he said, his voice a warning. "Maybe we should—" Plankton's struggling grew weaker, his sobs becoming more pronounced. "I don't want your help," he choked out. But Patrick held on. "You do," he said, his voice firm yet gentle. "Everyone needs help sometimes." Plankton's sobs grew louder, his fists slowly unclenching. "Just go!" he yelled, his voice muffled by the fabric. "I don't want you!" Patrick took a step away from the bed, his hands dropping to his sides. "Ok, ok," he said, his voice soothing. "I'll go. But let…” But Plankton was having none of it. "Get out!" he screamed. "I don’t need your pity or your friendship!" Patrick took a step back, his expression a mix of confusion and hurt. "But Plankton," he began, his voice tentative. "Out!" Plankton shrieked, his tiny body writhing with rage. His antennae shot up straight, eye wet with tears with frustration. "But, Plankton," he protested, his voice gentle despite the yelling. "I just want to make sure you're ok." "I said leave me alone!" Plankton screamed, his one eye flashing with anger. "You think you can just waltz in here and laugh?" Patrick's expression fell, his arms dropping to his sides as he took a step back. "I’m just trying to lighten the mood," he said, his voice laced with confusion. But Plankton was beyond consolation. "Get out!" he shrieked again, his voice cracking with emotion. "I don't need your kind of 'help'!" Sponge Bob looked at Patrick. He knew that Plankton's outburst was a result of pain and embarrassment. Patrick's face fell. "Plankton," he said, his voice low and gentle. But Plankton was too far gone. "I said leave me alone!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the metal walls of the Chum Bucket. Patrick's smile disappeared, replaced by a look of genuine worry. "But Plankton," he said, his voice tentative. "I’m just trying to help." "Help?" Plankton's voice was filled with disdain. "You think mocking me is helping? It’s not, not ok!" He swiped at his tears with his arm, his anger palpable. "Get out!" Patrick looked at Sponge Bob, his expression a mix of confusion and sadness. "I just trying to—" "I said, leave. me. alone!" Plankton's voice pierced the air. "But I just wanted to—" Sponge Bob put a hand on his shoulder, his gaze firm. "I know, Pat," he said. "But I think Plankton needs some space right now." Patrick looked at Plankton, and then back at Sponge Bob. With a heavy sigh, he nodded. "Okay," he said, his voice subdued. "I'll go. But, Sponge Bob, tell him I'm sorry." Sponge Bob nodded solemnly. "I will," he said, his gaze never leaving Plankton's trembling form. Patrick gave a sad nod and turned to leave, his footsteps heavy on the metal floor. As the door clicked shut behind him, Plankton's sobs grew quieter, and the room was once again filled with an awkward silence. Sponge Bob approached the bed, his heart aching for his friend. He knew Plankton's outburst was not directed at him, but rather at the pain and embarrassment he was feeling. He sat down gently beside the trembling form, his eyes filled with empathy. "Plankton," he said softly, placing a comforting hand on Plankton's bed. "I know you're upset, but we care." Plankton's sobs grew quieter, his body still shaking with the aftermath of his outburst. He didn't look up from the pillow, but his grip on the bedsheets loosened slightly. "It's tough," he said, voice gentle. Plankton's sobs grew quieter, body still shaking with the aftermath of his outburst. But Sponge Bob's words resonated with him, cutting through the haze. He took a deep breath, chest heaving with the effort of containing his emotions. "I don't want anyone else," he murmured, his voice muffled by the pillow. "Just you, and Karen." Sponge Bob's grip on his shoulder tightened slightly, his heart swelling with affection for his troubled friend. "Okay, Plankton," he said softly. "It's just us." Plankton's gradually relaxing under the warmth of Sponge Bob's touch. He knew he could trust Sponge Bob, that his friend's intentions were always pure. Despite their many differences and the occasional misunderstanding, Sponge Bob had always been there. Sponge Bob gently rubbed Plankton's back, his movements slow and soothing. "It's ok, Plankton," he murmured. "I'm here, for you." Plankton's sobs grew quieter as he clutched the pillow to his chest. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to snap, at you." Sponge Bob leaned in closer, his voice filled with warmth. "Don't worry about it," he said. "We all have moments." Plankton took another shaky breath, his body slowly calming down. "Thanks, Sponge Bob," he murmured, voice still thick with emotion. Sponge Bob nodded, his hand still rubbing circles on Plankton's back. "It's ok," he said. "We all get overwhelmed sometimes." Plankton's antennae twitched, and he looked up at Sponge Bob with his watery eye. Sponge Bob nodded solemnly. "Patrick can be a little clueless sometimes, but he's got a good heart." Plankton's antennae drooped slightly. "I know," he said, voice still shaky. Sponge Bob gave him a smile. "I can talk to him, but only if you want me to," he said. "Make sure he knows not to laugh about it." Plankton nodded, still trembling with emotion. "Thank you, Sponge Bob," he whispered. "Of course, Plankton," he said. "That's what friends are for."
LEGGY i Plankton had an accident and needed surgery on his leg. SpongeBob and Patrick decided to pay him a visit. Their friend lay in the hospital bed, anesthetized, snoring softly. "Thank you," Karen said. "We appreciate it. They had to reset the bone and sew it back together. He won't feel anything now, but once the anesthesia wears off, he'll be in some pain. Your support means a lot to us.” "How long does he have to stay asleep?" he asked. "Awhile," she said. "It's important for him to rest and recover. Plankton might be a bit...overwhelmed when he wakes up. He might not be able to respond right now." "What's that?" he pointed at the intravenous drip attached to Plankton's arm. "That's the anesthesia, what keeps him asleep during the surgery so he doesn't feel any pain." Patrick's eyes grew wide with wonder. "What's that like?" "Well, it's like being in a deep sleep," she began, "you don't feel anything, and when you wake up, it's like you never left your bed." His chest rises and falls with each gentle snore, a sound that echoes faintly in the quiet room. "Karen, why’s he snoring?" "It's his body's way of breathing while asleep. He’s in a deep sleep." The lead doctor came. "We're going to start bringing him out of it now. He'll be coming out of anesthesia soon." Eventually Plankton's eye fluttered open, looking up at them with a glazed expression before his pupil focused. "Wha...where...what happened?" he stuttered, his voice groggy. "Why does everything feel...so...floaty?" he asked, his voice trailing off as he tried to lift his head, and it flopped back down onto the pillow. "Whoa, ship's a-rockin'!" he exclaimed. "Weeeee!" he giggled. "A Krabby Patty...no, a Krabby Patty...no, wait, a Krabby...a Krabby...a Krabby..." His words trailed off to nonsense, and he started to giggle uncontrollably. "He'll be fine, just let him talk it out." "I need...I need...a...a...Krabby...P...P...Patty!" He giggled again, his mind still a bit foggy. "Look, friends! Look at me go!" The doctor and nurse entered the room, checking Plankton's vitals and smiling at his slurred words. "He's coming out of it normally," the doctor assured them. "You can keep talking to him, it'll help him come back to reality." SpongeBob and Patrick exchanged glances. "Krabby Patty, huh?" Sponge Bob said. "Well, I'm sure we can find you one once you're feeling better." Plankton giggled again, eye drifted to the side. "But for now, let's just focus on getting you well, okay?" The doctor nodded. "He'll be in and out of consciousness for a bit. It's perfectly normal." Patrick leaned in closer to Plankton. "You hear that, Plankton? We're here for you, buddy.” He hands him some water. "Ahh," he sighed, eye fluttering shut again. "Krabby...Patty...water...good." “You just rest up, and we'll grab you a Krabby Patty when you're all fixed." Plankton's giggles turned into snores again, his eyelid drooping closed. The doctor chuckled. "It's the medication. He'll be in and out like this for a little while. Just keep talking to him, it'll help keep him grounded." The door to the hospital room creaked open, and Mr. Krabs poked his head in. "Sponge Bob! Patrick!" he bellowed. Mr. Krabs' eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of Plankton in the hospital bed. "Heard about the accident," he said gruffly. "Thought I'd check on the little scram." Plankton's eye snapped open again, his expression shifting. "Krabs!" he hissed. "What are you doing?" Mr. Krabs waved a dismissive claw. "Just makin' sure my number one competitor is out of commission," he said with a smirk. "But it seems you're in good company." "Mr. Krabs, we're here to support Plankton. He's had a rough day." Mr. Krabs' smirk grew. "Ah, yes, the great Plankton, laid low by his own incompetence. Couldn't even steal a Krabby Patty without breaking a leg." The room grew tense as Plankton's face reddened, his tiny fists balling up the hospital sheets. "It wasn't like that, Krabs," he protested, his voice strained. "It was an accident!" But Mr. Krabs was relentless. "Always an accident with you, isn't it?" He chuckled, his tone mocking. "You're as clumsy as you are small." Sponge Bob took a deep breath, his heart swelling with hope. "Mr. Krabs, now's not the best time to tease him. Plankton's really hurting." The tension grew thicker than a Kelp Shake. Plankton's tiny frame quivered with indignation. The anesthesia, however, was playing tricks on his emotions. He could feel the tears welling up in his eye, and before he knew it, they were spilling over, down his cheeks. "Ah, don't listen to him, Plankton," Sponge Bob whispered, his own eyes growing misty. "You're not incompetent. It was just an accident." Karen's screen flickered. "Mr. Krabs, please. He's not well." "I don't need pity, Krabs!" he spat out, his voice filled with embarrassment. Karen's screen flickered again. "Mr. Krabs, he needs space. He'll be in and out of it for a bit longer, but perhaps he'd appreciate the visit when fully conscious." Mr. Krabs then left. Plankton's breathing grew even, and his eye began to droop. "I think he's falling asleep," Patrick whispers. "Alright, he's all set to go home.." They nodded solemnly, eager to get their friend back to his safe haven, the Chum Bucket. Carefully, they helped him into a wheelchair, his sleepy head lolling onto Sponge Bob's shoulder. "Mmm, Krabby Patty," he murmured, his mumbled voice trailing off into a snore. Patrick held the car door open as Sponge Bob gently maneuvered Plankton, trying not to jostle him much. He snored quietly, his body still feeling the effects of anesthesia. They buckled him into the back seat, his head lolling to the side as SpongeBob sat by him. The car's gentle vibrations and the soft hum of the engine lulled Plankton further into his slumber. His snores grew louder, echoing through the car. Sponge Bob watched him, his heart aching at the sight of his friend. He reached over and patted his arm reassuringly. "It's okay, Plankton," he whispered. "You're going to be ok." The drive to the Chum Bucket was quiet, punctuated only by Plankton's intermittent snoring and the occasional burst of slurred words. "Karen...chum...water... Krabby Patty...friend," he would murmur, his voice a gentle reminder of the person behind the villain. "Chum...Karen...Krabs...Sponge...Bob...Patrick...Krabby Patty...Karen...chum...chum...chum..." Sponge Bob and Patrick shared a look in the rearview mirror, their expressions a mix of concern and amusement. "It's like he's having a conversation with himself," Patrick whispered. "Must be anesthesia," Sponge Bob said, his voice low so as not to disturb Plankton. "He'd probably remember none of it when he wakes up." Once they arrived at the Chum Bucket, they carefully transferred Plankton to his bed, snores becoming less frequent and more rhythmic as he slipped into a deeper sleep. They left him with a glass of water and a bowl of chum for when he awoke, feeling a bit of relief knowing he was home and safe. Hours later, Plankton's snoring finally ceased, and he blinked his eye open, feeling a dull ache in his leg, Sponge Bob and Patrick sitting by his bed in his bedroom. "What’s...what happened?" he asked. "You had surgery, Plankton. Remember? You hurt your leg pretty badly." "Surgery?" he repeated, his voice still thick with sleep. "I had surgery?" He glanced down at his bandaged leg, the memory of the accident slowly coming back to him. "Oh, right." Patrick's eyes lit up. "Oh, you were out of it, buddy!“ Plankton's smile faded as he took in his surroundings. "How long?" "A few hours," Sponge Bob said. "But don't worry, Karen's in the lab, just in case you need anything." Patrick leaned in closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You should've seen it, Plankton! You were snoring!" Sponge Bob playfully elbowed him. "Pat.." Patrick couldn't contain himself. "And when Mr. Krabs came in, oh boy!" He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You started crying!" Plankton's embarrassment morphing into anger. "That's not funny, Patrick." he snapped, his voice sharp. Patrick nodded, with mirth. “Oh yeah, you were talking in your sleep, Plankton; you’re like, 'Krabby Patty...Chum...Karen...Patrick...Sponge Bob...'!" Plankton's frown deepened as he tried to sit up, only to wince in pain. "Krabby Patties?" "You'd get all excited about your latest plan, and then—just like that," SpongeBob said, snapping his fingers, as Patrick pretended to snore loudly. Plankton's eye widened. "No?" But Patrick had to prove Plankton's sleep-talking escapade. Patrick's laughter was contagious, and even Sponge Bob couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of Plankton's dazed expression. Plankton's sleep-addled face, his mouth moving in a slurred chant and the occasional snort that punctuated his words. Patrick tried to mimic Plankton's slurred speech, which only made him giggle more. "You're even drooling!" he exclaimed. Sponge Bob's laughter grew quiet, feeling a twinge of pity for Plankton's embarrassment. "Patrick, maybe we should calm down," he suggested gently. "Come on, Plankton," he said. "You've got to admit, this is gold!" "Could you two at least get me something to eat?" he asked, his voice a mix of annoyance and defeat. Sponge Bob nodded, eager to change the subject. "Of course, Plankton. What would you like?" "Just...chum," Plankton mumbled, his face still flushed with embarrassment. Patrick's laughter grew louder. "Oh, come on, Plankton. You can't be serious right now!" He pretended to snore loudly, then added in a pitched voice, "Krabby Patty! Krabby Patty!" Sponge Bob couldn't help but chuckle. "Patrick, maybe we should—" But Patrick was in full jesting mode, his voice rising in pitch to mimic Plankton's. "Krabby Patty...chum...Krabby Patty...chum..."
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𝓖𝓸 𝓪𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭, 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓵𝔂, 𝓪 𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹, 𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷𝔂. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓜𝓨 𝓕𝓤𝓒𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓖 𝓕𝓔𝓔𝓛𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓢. 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝔁 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓙𝓾𝓭𝔂 𝓗𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓼. 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓵𝔂. 𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓾𝓽𝓮 𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽, 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷𝔂 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼. 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓫𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭. 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓪𝔁 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮, 𝓘 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓬𝓱, 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓮, 𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓼, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓪𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓴𝓼. 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓾𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓼𝓴 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝓼, 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓿𝓾𝓵𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓼. 𝓢𝓱𝓮'𝓭 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮'𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮, 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓮. 𝓘 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓴𝓼. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓹𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓼, 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓬𝓾𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓼. 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓙𝓾𝓭𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭, 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻, 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓯𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮. 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮. 𝓘𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓹𝔂-𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓪? 𝓝𝓸. 𝓘 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓶 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵. 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓼𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼, 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼: 𝓢𝓗𝓔 𝓘𝓢 𝓜𝓨 𝓦𝓘𝓕𝓔. 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓙𝓾𝓭𝔂 𝓗𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓼, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓜𝓨 𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼.
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* Friend Urlocal_Angel127. I friended her, so im on “ IAcceptAnyGender”s side. * BASED ON TRUE SEX STORY * You are in someones trunk.. not knowing who. wearing blindfolds.. as you think. Will i get Raped? Harrased? Killed? it was a little of raped and harrased. the man openes the trunk. “ Dont scream. or you will make this alot harder. you stay slilent. ✋ The man pickes you up. You had a blanket over you. As you were tied up with some toy in your tight. wet pussy 💧 he exchanges you. in return of money. He puts you in someone elses trunk with a note.. “ Shes all ready with the items “ You see a Bag. with a Binki and some sex toys. and a camera.. 👀 you shiver as you discover. he starts driving away. You also notice your not wearing anything. thats why you have a blanket over you… but this is just the start… Hours of driving. Into a whole new town. he drives to the woods. There. there is a house? he carries you along with the bags. He enters the “ Shed of Woman “ .. or.. thats what he said. There is pics of Neko girls. Naked young girls. What has he done?.. You see Sexy girls with Giant Boobs ( 18-20 Inch’ ) He throws you along with them. The girls uncover you and admire your big juicy ass. Yet. you are still tied With duct tape over your Tits. Piss. and Mouth.. * 10 mins later * The man grabs you by your feet as he takes off the Duct tape but leaving it on your mouth. He makes you chug a glass of wine. He smacks your tits as hard as he can. Collecting milk. you cry and moan “ Ill go gentle “ he says to calm you down. He sets up the camera. Pluging the sex toy along with his dick in your pussy. He records every bit of the harsh sex and posts it as an ad to plublic. there for, You being sold and mocked with. using you as a toy. for the rest of your life… your a neko girl. never wore clothes again. except a maid outfit, and binkis, and cat outfits

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𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊
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⋆。‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧。⋆˙✧🕸⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆🦋ꦿ*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈⛇☃︎ᶠYͧoͨᵏu IdiotᶠYͧoͨᵏu
Thorny people, get out of here. There could be little kids just trying to find cute kaomoji's, then see your horrible stuff. Copy & Paste this, and Submit it to spread the message #bekind #stopthethornys

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