Message from @!Doug The Subway Fugitive
Discord ID: 490494289445388309
REEEEEEEEEEEE
@Septapus womhole send fat
AAAAAAAAAAAA WHY
@Septapus wormhole send gay
lol
he had to say please
to open it
CUCK
gay
this works tho
@!Doug The Subway Fugitive that link doesnt work cause the chat it was in got deleted
you gotta use the new one
imagine that coming thru the wormhole
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*A message came through the wormhole.*
t: is it ok to rape elves
kek
*A message came through the wormhole.*
epic: woahg
*A message came through the wormhole.*
Marsoup: My cock responded to what was happening with a delightful itching, I scarcely wanted anything more at that moment. I was utterly happy. I had a relationship. Another man had condescended to me, and I had a relationship. How humiliated and unhappy I had been for two whole months. At last. I was terribly grateful to him, I wanted it to be very good for him, and I think it was. I did not merely accommodate his strong thick cock in my mouth, no, this love we were engaged in, these actions, symbolized much more – to me they symbolized life, the triumph of life, a return to life. I was receiving communion from his cock, the strong cock of a lad from Eighth Avenue and Forty-second Street, doubtless a criminal. To me it was life's tool, life itself. And when I brought off his orgasm, when that fountain hurtled into me, into my mouth, I was utterly happy. Do you know the taste of semen? It is the taste of the alive. I know nothing more alive to the taste than semen. In ecstasy I licked all the semen off his cock and balls, I gathered up what had spilled, licked it up and swallowed it. I found the droplets of semen among his hairs, tracked down the last little drops. Chris was astounded, I think. He hardly understood, of course he did not, could not, understand what he meant to me, and he was astounded by the enthusiasm with which I did all this... I buried my face in his groin and lay without moving, and he stroked me with his hands and murmured, "My baby, my baby!" Listen here, there are morals, there are decent people in the world, there are offices and banks, there are beds; sleeping in them are men and women, also very decent. It was all happening at once, and still is. And there were Chris and I, who had accidentally met there in the dirty sand, in a vacant lot in the vast Great City, a Babylon, God help me, a Babylon. There we lay, and he stroked my hair. Homeless children of the world.