Shoutout To Doms/tops Who Make A Lot Of Noise During Sex

Shoutout to doms/tops who make a lot of noise during sex

i talk a lot about mens tits but please know that this blog is also in support of mens ass, mens thighs, mens tummies, and mens waists/hips

I got asked in my own discord server who I'd sleep with Jeff the killer or eyeless jack. These kids had a problem with my response being "both at once". Like??? Yall are talking to the person who has been caught reading threesome smut fics in class multiple times like what did yall expect????

now I don't have any proof for this but I think a thick load pumped in me would fix me

"Hey man! What's up?" The man on my couch asked. He looked just like Julien, he couldnt be though, Julien died 300 years ago. "Who are you? What are you?" I asked the creature on my couch with a confused stare. "You dont remember me?" He asked with a shrug. "I guess it was a few hundred years ago." His signature smirk returning to his face. "Been awhile, Cyrus." The way he said my name made me want to believe he was back. The man who had captured my heart so many years ago. My voice trembled, "J-Julien?". His face lit up with excitement, "So you do remember!", he stood opening his arms as he got close to me. I rushed into his hug, even if this was a dream, or some evil being using his memory to trick me I needed this. "I didnt know you were around anymore, I just happened to see you on the street a few days ago and couldnt stay away." I slowly pulled away, "How are you here?". He smiled as he responded "Dude, I get reincarnated every time I die. How sick is that! I get to keep all my memories too. This go round my name is Mark.". I smiled, he was just as I remembered him. "How are you here Cyrus?" He asked. I smiled nervously getting ready to tell him the long story of being immortal.

Being an immortal has its downsides. One of them is that you have to continue to make friends. Your newest one leaves for an overseas trip and you prepare yourself to lose another. You leave and return your abode, only to find a friend from centuries past sitting on your couch when you return.