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Chase, British Columbia, Canada



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
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
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.
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RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE
Oh my god, can you imagine them bound within silky stockings of the finest quality the United States treasury can buy.
♥♥♥♥, I would do anything to be her pitiful ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥ slave. She could chain me under her desk in the Oval Office and I would suckle the nectar from her presidential rose until my stomach literally tears itself apart.
My blood and mucus and ♥♥♥♥ and ♥♥♥ would all mix together and soak into Oval Office's carpet, to be trodden upon by President Kamala's divinely blessed feet long after my broken corpse has been unceremoniously dumped in the Atlantic by my mocha colored queen and her Secret Service bulls.