i love blowjobs^^
ssjdick said:
Getting them or giving them?
Dragonball Z + dick.
Blowjob_Lover said:
i love blowjobs^^
i love blowjobs^^
Getting them or giving them?
Dragonball Z + dick.
getting them
My username
It's based on my first and last name and added a sta! I thought of it in high school originally although at that time it was originally JayKingSter instead! I just thought the Sta sounded better so I changed it!
The enemies had overwhelmed out position from all sides. Our squad fought valiantly, but our gunner and medic were taken out as stray bullets whizzed just under their helmets. My breath was knocked out as an AK round embedded in my vest, falling to the ground. My M4 was nearby, then in my hands, and soon after refusing to fire, the mechanism shattered as a stray bullet had ripped through it. The rifle clattered to the ground as my hand dropped to draw my pistol, letting off several rounds as I saw my last partner go down, clutching at his LBV where the bullets had punctured.
Just as my M9 began clicking empty and they were closing in on us, Wildfire swooped in in the UH-1Y Venom we had called in for extraction an hour ago, the gunners on the side guns letting loose a flurry of rounds into the hostiles. I was faintly aware of hands grabbing me off the ground and dragging me onto the helicopter, along with the dead and bleeding out squadmates.
That was all a week before. A tear ran down my cheek as I stood over the only other survivor of the incident, the heart monitor beeping softly beside us. His mouth started moving, and I leaned down to hear his whisper, the last words I heard from him.
"make an account on rule34.xxx called BendyCindy."
The mission was just supposed to be an operation to secure intel that would lead to the arrest of Hillary Clinton. We never expected this.
Just as my M9 began clicking empty and they were closing in on us, Wildfire swooped in in the UH-1Y Venom we had called in for extraction an hour ago, the gunners on the side guns letting loose a flurry of rounds into the hostiles. I was faintly aware of hands grabbing me off the ground and dragging me onto the helicopter, along with the dead and bleeding out squadmates.
That was all a week before. A tear ran down my cheek as I stood over the only other survivor of the incident, the heart monitor beeping softly beside us. His mouth started moving, and I leaned down to hear his whisper, the last words I heard from him.
"make an account on rule34.xxx called BendyCindy."
The mission was just supposed to be an operation to secure intel that would lead to the arrest of Hillary Clinton. We never expected this.
How the hell am I supposed to follow up to that?!
BendyCindy said:
The enemies had overwhelmed out position from all sides. Our squad fought valiantly, but our gunner and medic were taken out as stray bullets whizzed just under their helmets. My breath was knocked out as an AK round embedded in my vest, falling to the ground. My M4 was nearby, then in my hands, and soon after refusing to fire, the mechanism shattered as a stray bullet had ripped through it. The rifle clattered to the ground as my hand dropped to draw my pistol, letting off several rounds as I saw my last partner go down, clutching at his LBV where the bullets had punctured.
Just as my M9 began clicking empty and they were closing in on us, Wildfire swooped in in the UH-1Y Venom we had called in for extraction an hour ago, the gunners on the side guns letting loose a flurry of rounds into the hostiles. I was faintly aware of hands grabbing me off the ground and dragging me onto the helicopter, along with the dead and bleeding out squadmates.
That was all a week before. A tear ran down my cheek as I stood over the only other survivor of the incident, the heart monitor beeping softly beside us. His mouth started moving, and I leaned down to hear his whisper, the last words I heard from him.
"make an account on rule34.xxx called BendyCindy."
The mission was just supposed to be an operation to secure intel that would lead to the arrest of Hillary Clinton. We never expected this.
The enemies had overwhelmed out position from all sides. Our squad fought valiantly, but our gunner and medic were taken out as stray bullets whizzed just under their helmets. My breath was knocked out as an AK round embedded in my vest, falling to the ground. My M4 was nearby, then in my hands, and soon after refusing to fire, the mechanism shattered as a stray bullet had ripped through it. The rifle clattered to the ground as my hand dropped to draw my pistol, letting off several rounds as I saw my last partner go down, clutching at his LBV where the bullets had punctured.
Just as my M9 began clicking empty and they were closing in on us, Wildfire swooped in in the UH-1Y Venom we had called in for extraction an hour ago, the gunners on the side guns letting loose a flurry of rounds into the hostiles. I was faintly aware of hands grabbing me off the ground and dragging me onto the helicopter, along with the dead and bleeding out squadmates.
That was all a week before. A tear ran down my cheek as I stood over the only other survivor of the incident, the heart monitor beeping softly beside us. His mouth started moving, and I leaned down to hear his whisper, the last words I heard from him.
"make an account on rule34.xxx called BendyCindy."
The mission was just supposed to be an operation to secure intel that would lead to the arrest of Hillary Clinton. We never expected this.
The fuck?
Possibly a mixture of my first and last name
It suits me welll
Just a shortened version of my name.
fellatio word mixed with the zoophilia word.
Funny as it sounds, the kumquat is a small fruit hailing from tropical regions. I learnt about it when I was four, in a PC edutainment game that had a part in a restaurant kitchen where you needed to sort words by their first letter. And there can't be that many more food ingredients starting by K, mhmm?
A few years ago, I rediscovered the word by browsing Bulbapedia. It sounds just as funny as when I first learned of the word, last century. :P
A few years ago, I rediscovered the word by browsing Bulbapedia. It sounds just as funny as when I first learned of the word, last century. :P
Username: well I'm a sexy neko trap.
Nickname (kina): On my first day on r34 a guy gave me the name Kina (it's easier than sexynekotrap) I liked the name and now it's my nickname, and my username on most things.
Nickname (kina): On my first day on r34 a guy gave me the name Kina (it's easier than sexynekotrap) I liked the name and now it's my nickname, and my username on most things.
Cause I am a bloody legend peps!
Just Alice seemed too plain, I like alliteration, and Amorous_Alice sounded too over the top.
Underslut said:
The fuck?
umm, i don't know how to feel about this
BendyCindy said:
The enemies had overwhelmed out position from all sides. Our squad fought valiantly, but our gunner and medic were taken out as stray bullets whizzed just under their helmets. My breath was knocked out as an AK round embedded in my vest, falling to the ground. My M4 was nearby, then in my hands, and soon after refusing to fire, the mechanism shattered as a stray bullet had ripped through it. The rifle clattered to the ground as my hand dropped to draw my pistol, letting off several rounds as I saw my last partner go down, clutching at his LBV where the bullets had punctured.
Just as my M9 began clicking empty and they were closing in on us, Wildfire swooped in in the UH-1Y Venom we had called in for extraction an hour ago, the gunners on the side guns letting loose a flurry of rounds into the hostiles. I was faintly aware of hands grabbing me off the ground and dragging me onto the helicopter, along with the dead and bleeding out squadmates.
That was all a week before. A tear ran down my cheek as I stood over the only other survivor of the incident, the heart monitor beeping softly beside us. His mouth started moving, and I leaned down to hear his whisper, the last words I heard from him.
"make an account on rule34.xxx called BendyCindy."
The mission was just supposed to be an operation to secure intel that would lead to the arrest of Hillary Clinton. We never expected this.
The enemies had overwhelmed out position from all sides. Our squad fought valiantly, but our gunner and medic were taken out as stray bullets whizzed just under their helmets. My breath was knocked out as an AK round embedded in my vest, falling to the ground. My M4 was nearby, then in my hands, and soon after refusing to fire, the mechanism shattered as a stray bullet had ripped through it. The rifle clattered to the ground as my hand dropped to draw my pistol, letting off several rounds as I saw my last partner go down, clutching at his LBV where the bullets had punctured.
Just as my M9 began clicking empty and they were closing in on us, Wildfire swooped in in the UH-1Y Venom we had called in for extraction an hour ago, the gunners on the side guns letting loose a flurry of rounds into the hostiles. I was faintly aware of hands grabbing me off the ground and dragging me onto the helicopter, along with the dead and bleeding out squadmates.
That was all a week before. A tear ran down my cheek as I stood over the only other survivor of the incident, the heart monitor beeping softly beside us. His mouth started moving, and I leaned down to hear his whisper, the last words I heard from him.
"make an account on rule34.xxx called BendyCindy."
The mission was just supposed to be an operation to secure intel that would lead to the arrest of Hillary Clinton. We never expected this.
The fuck?
