Fisting is 300 bucks, and usually the guy is pretty much hard on pop to get really relaxed y'know and I have this long latex glove that goes all the way up to my armpit and then I put on a surgical latex glove up to my wrist and, just lube it up, and it's a long process y'know to get your...get your whole arm up there, but it's an intense feeling for the other person. I think for myself too, you go in places that even though it's physical with your hand but for some reason it's also more emotional it's more psychological too, and we both get you know to the same place it's really strange at the same time and I find sessions like that really exhausting. I don't know I feel kinda naked because I am looking at myself for the first time, well not myself but this aspect of my life for the first time and it's been harsh... three to five years already? I never thought about it... Kinda sad I feel kinda sad right now, I don't know why

Yone lay breathless, flushed and trembling, but Dante wasn’t done. He straddled him, smirking down, fingers trailing over Yone’s chest. “You feel that?” he whispered, ♥♥♥♥ still twitching inside him. “That’s what happens when you let me in. No patch, no balance, no godsdamn nerf can stop this.” He leaned in, lips brushing Yone’s ear. “They can nerf my guns, my cooldowns, hell—they could delete me from the meta. But they’ll never nerf the way your body begs for me.” Yone whimpered, caught between overstimulated and hungry for more. Dante grinned, biting his neck. “Face it, baby. I’m broken—and you love getting wrecked.”

Dante shoved Yone against the wall, lips crashing down hard. “You’re mine now,” he growled, hands gripping Yone’s hips like he was claiming territory. Yone trembled, not from fear—but relief. For once, someone wasn’t asking. Dante didn’t care about the scars, or that Yone flinched when touched. He just took control—firm, rough, needed. His ♥♥♥♥ wasn’t huge, but the way he moved, the way he owned Yone, made it feel like he was everything. He filled him slow at first, then harder, holding his wrists down as Yone gasped his name. “Let it go,” Dante whispered, biting his neck. “I’ve got you. No one hurts you now.” Yone broke apart beneath him—finally safe, finally his.

Dante, the moment your hands touch me, it’s like every nerve in my body explodes. You don’t just touch — you claim. Fingers digging into my skin, pulling me close, pressing me down until I’m gasping, trembling, and begging for more. You know exactly how to push all my buttons—the ones I didn’t even know I had.
You’re slow, deliberate, and relentless. Every thrust is a wildfire, burning through me, leaving me raw and screaming your name. Your mouth on my neck, teeth scraping, lips sucking—it’s a delicious torment that makes me shiver and melt all at once.
You ♥♥♥♥ me hard—harder than I deserve, deeper than I thought possible. I’m lost in the haze of pleasure and pain, soaked, shaking, and utterly undone beneath you. Your whispers are filthy promises.
I’m yours, Dante—raw, wild, and craving every inch of you. You don’t just ♥♥♥♥ me; you wreck me. And baby, I want it all—the fire, the storm, the surrender.Dante, you don’t just ♥♥♥♥ me—you wreck me.

IM DELETING YOU, BROTHER!
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🚫ERROR!🚫 💯True💯 Brothers of Islam are irreplaceable ☪I could never delete you Brother!💖 Send this to ten other 👪Mujahideen👪 who would give their lives for ﷲAllahﷲ Or never get called ☁Brother☁

Dante and Yone share an undeniable, electric connection — a magnetic pull that sparks every time they're together. Their chemistry is intense, charged with a deep, sensual energy that goes beyond words. When they’re close, the world fades away, leaving just their shared moments of passion and desire, full of heat and longing.

Fresh out of tough training, young gaperson walks slickly through the streets, wearing the

most daring string bikini and thong, however his massive guido slanging like no other,

steaming and ready to tussle, menacingly walks through the hot streets in arizona. Any young

stallion will be a victim. Taking control with his big thick arms, no stud can resist away from this

deadly grip. For the next 10 hours, they are unforgivingly destroyed until it doesn't closes

normally.

Dante, you walk into the room like a whole vibe, but in bed? Honey, you’re an experience. I’m talking slow burns, whispered secrets, and hands that know exactly where to linger. You make me feel like the main character in a romance novel—one where the plot twists involve perfectly timed tickles and starry-eyed laughter.

You bring the heat like you’re trying to start a wildfire, but also the tenderness like a midnight playlist that never ends. Every touch, every sigh, every stolen kiss feels like a celebration of us—loud, proud, and unapologetically gay.

And don’t even get me started on the pillow talk. You’re poetry in motion, Dante. The kind of bedtime story that makes me wish the morning never came. 💅✨

So yeah, Dante, in bed you’re not just a mood—you’re the whole damn pride parade.

Dante is pure temptation wrapped in skin — the kind of man who doesn’t just turn heads, he makes hearts race and thoughts spiral. Every look he gives feels like a secret invitation, and every move he makes has that slow-burn intensity that leaves you thinking about him long after he's gone. He’s not just sexy — he is the fantasy.

Remember how you'd take control like you were twice my size, even though your ♥♥♥♥ was smaller than mine? It never mattered—you knew exactly how to use it, how to use me. The way you'd shove me down, climb on top, and look into my eyes like you owned me—♥♥♥♥, I still feel it. You didn’t need to be bigger to be the one in charge; your confidence, that fire in your touch, the way you pulled my hair and told me not to move—that’s what did it. You made me beg without saying a word, made me want to give everything up to you. I think about those nights all the time—how you'd ride me, rough and unrelenting, like proving a point. You always did, too. I miss that. I miss you.

i think its hilarious u kids talking ♥♥♥♥ about dante. u wouldnt say this ♥♥♥♥ to him at lan, hes jacked. not only that but he wears the freshest clothes, eats at the chillest restaurants and hangs out with the hottest dudes. yall are pathetic lol

Oh? You just got domed by a gay in Tarkov? That’s so embarrassing for you. I was looting in full drip—custom rig, stylish shades, and the confidence of a man who’s survived Interchange and internalized homophobia. You’re crouch-walking like a scared little rat while I’m sprinting through Labs in heels and a heartbeat sensor that’s just vibes.

You think you're tactical? Sweetie, I cleared Dorms and my mental health crisis in the same raid. While you're panicking in the bushes with your stock AK, I'm already looting your corpse, whispering “slay” as I toss your dogtag in my container like it’s jewelry. 💅

You play to survive—I play for vengeance, aesthetics, and to emotionally damage sweaty M4 mains who underestimate me because my voice chat sounds like a RuPaul runway challenge.

I don’t just extract. I ascend.

Oh? You just got one-tapped by me? That’s wild, considering I was half-alt-tabbed picking a playlist between Lady Gaga and gunshots. You’re crouch-walking like it’s 2015, while I’m bunny-hopping into your site in full gay wrath, dual Berettas in hand, looking like James Bond if he liked men and better fashion.

You flash? I bedazzle. You camp corners? I control the map. While you're malding in voice chat calling me slurs, I’m top fragging with nails on, vibes up, and a skin loadout that costs more than your rent.

You play CS:GO for clout. I play for blood, glamour, and justice.

You didn’t get outplayed.
You got out-slayed. 🏳️‍🌈✨

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After a good game in csgo, I added him because he seemed like a cool guy. We got chatting, over the next couple of months we became good friends. Lots of banter, lots of great CS and most importantly true friendship. I invited him to my house for a csgo lan party. He said he was coming so i was looking forward to meeting him in real life. When he arrived at my house, he pushed me against the wall and started nibbling my ear, i felt his hard♥♥♥♥♥♥push against my leg. I punched him and then 1 tapped him. Turns out he was gay. Don't trust this guy.

Oh? You died to me in lane? Honey, I wasn’t even trying—I was busy adjusting my playlist between Charli XCX and League client crashing for the 12th time. You think you're better because you play Yasuo with a 40% win rate and a dream? Meanwhile, I’m out here solo carrying on Lux with more sparkles than a drag brunch on Infernal Rift.

You’re flaming me in chat? Cute. I’ve survived Bronze solo queue, toxic voice comms, and three exes who all mained Teemo. Your insults bounce off me like a failed Blitzcrank hook—I’ve got rainbow armor and passive-aggressive emotes for days. 💅

I don’t tilt—I swerve. I don’t gank—I arrive. And when I ult? I make sure it’s cinematic, emotionally devastating, and endorsed by RuPaul.

So before you type “gg ez” again, remember: you didn’t lose to just anyone. You lost to a gay gamer who types with one hand and clutches the match with the other. Stay mad, babe. 💖

🌈💅✨ OH HONEY, you just got absolutely SLAYED by the fabulous forces of queer excellence! ✨💅🌈

Did you really think you could 1v1 me, the Grand Duchess of DPS and the Empress of ELO? 💃 I was dodging bullets in heels before you even installed this game. My reflexes are sharper than my contour and my K/D ratio is more flawless than my highlighter in direct sunlight. 💖

So next time you come for me, sweetie, bring a mirror — because the only thing getting dragged harder than your team is your sense of fashion. 💋💀

Now sashay away~ 🏳️‍🌈💫

Oh? You just got headshotted by a gamer gay? Tragic. I didn’t even quickscope—I queerscoped. While you were busy mansplaining recoil mechanics, I was customizing my rifle with pink chrome, a heart keychain, and a skin that screams “I bench press gender norms.”

I top the leaderboard and the dating apps. My K/D ratio is as high as my standards. I’ve got reflexes sharper than your jawline and an internet connection faster than your excuses. While you're whining in voice chat, I'm multitasking: serving looks, sniping noobs, and seducing the enemy team’s tank. 🫦

So next time you come for me in ranked, remember—I don't just play games, darling. I slay them. 🏳️‍🌈✨

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We kissed where shadows feared to fall,
beneath a sky not made for all—
but still, we shone like fireflies,
igniting truth behind our eyes.

No need for shame, no mask to wear,
just hands that knew how to be there.
Your laughter—soft, a secret hymn,
that turned the night from stark to dim.

They said our love was not the way,
but we, like dawn, just loved anyway.
For in your arms, I found my place,
a quiet world, a fearless grace.

This guy has been prowling around the local daycare and the authorities have been notified of his presence, if you or anybody you know has been in contact with this man please send an anonymous tip to your local law enforcement.

What do you mean you have a "breeding" fetish? You mean you get turned on by the idea of impregnating a girl? Newsflash pal, THAT'S CALLED BEING A NORMAL ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ PERSON. I swear to god you virgins are so ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ gooned out on porn that we have come full circle to the point where you think it's "kinky" to do THE MOST BASIC FOUNDATIONAL ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ THING IN THE ENTIRE REPRODUCTIVE PROCESS. Stop trying to make literally the most vanilla concept in all of sex that EVERY ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ PERSON HAS DONE FOR ALL OF HUMAN HISTORY EVEN YOUR OWN BORING-ASS PARENTS part of your weird ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ incel discord beta-cuck depravity

hey, sorry I saw your profile and I just thought you looked cute in your picture, I really wanted to tell you that)) It's really rare to see girls playing video games haha! I don't know why its a guy thing honestly im like really against misogyny and like ill be the one in the kitchen making sandwiches. We should really play l4d2 sometime its a really cool zombie game with a lot of scary moments, but don't worry ill be there to protect you ;) sorry that wasnt flirting I swear Im just trying to be friendly I really like your profile picture sorry was that too far? Really sorry i'm really shy I don't go out much haha add me on skype we should talk more you look really nice and fun

We didn’t plan for the storm, but you insisted the clouds would hold. We made it halfway across the field before rain soaked us through, and we ran, laughing, to the old barn.

Inside, your shirt clung to you, your hair curled with water. You looked like something out of a dream. You stepped closer, eyes locked on mine.

“I always wanted to do this,” you said softly.

Your hand found my cheek, warm despite the cold. I leaned in as you kissed me—slow, certain. Your arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me tight until I could feel your heartbeat.

I kissed you back like I’d waited years. Our hands gripped each other’s clothes, not to undress, but to hold—to stay.

When we parted, your forehead rested against mine.

“I was always waiting for you to kiss me,” you whispered.

“I think I was waiting for the rain,” I replied.

We laughed, kissed again, and stood there—drenched, breathless, wrapped in something we’d both been hoping for far too long.

Happy Birthday Big Boy!! Remember that time we were using my moms measuring tape to measure our gains? And once we ran out of muscles to measure the only thing left was to measure our ♥♥♥♥♥? So first we did it flacid but the numbers weren't very impressive so we decided we better try it with boners. But you were shy and didn't wanna jerk it in front of me to get hard so you asked if I could do it for you?! lol and then I was still bigger so you said it was because I give ♥♥♥♥♥♥ hand jobs! haha anyways I cant wait to get drunk with you later and measure our♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Love you buddy

Hello, I noticed you have a profile picture of a very beautiful (but also

intelligent looking!) female, and I am under the presumption that this

goddess is you? It is quite astonishing to see a female here in the Pakistan

Official discord. I am quite popular around here in this server, so if you

require guidance, please throw me a mention. I will assist you at any hour,

day or night. And, before you are mistaken, I do not seek your hand in a

romantic way; although I am not opposed in the event you are interested in

me, as many women often are. I am a man of standard, and I do not bow to

just any female that comes my way, unlike my peers... So rest assured that I

will not be in the way of your gaming and socializing experience. Consider

me a Player 2.. a companion, a partner, and perhaps we can enjoy some

video games together some time. I see you play mini games? I am a

mini-game aficionado, so I would be happy to assist you in games.

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