I May Have Misjudged This Guys Strategy And Paid The Ultimate Price For It.

I may have misjudged this guy’s strategy and paid the ultimate price for it.

Thanks for the permission. You see, what you probably don’t realize is that my thing will end all of your things, but if you insist, come closer, take a seat and relax as my ass descends upon your head and slowly envelops your body.

Seems like Billy here got a little too handsy at the Halloween Party and decided to take me down in his drunken haze. Funny how I’m always forced to go on a hiatus every year during No Nut November, isn’t it?

While I’ve got time in here though, just some real talk, I’m so immensely grateful for this community with all y’all’s support and creativity. It’s so nice to know that no matter how weird a person is, they’re not gonna be alone so long as they lead with kindness and their genuine self. I hope to see y’all again soon (provided Billy let’s me out) and stay safe.

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He stands there, starring at you, teasing you. You know full well that once he removes his face covering you’ll have no more than 10 seconds to take a last glimpse of that view before it all goes dark and he plays with that fact. It’s all ready been an hour of this suspense and you know he loves every second of it.

You know what needs to be done, seal his fate and claim your ultimate victory.

He’s not your friend, he’s your competition

Dumb Down, Muscle Up, Show Off

When taking such a high price as a human life you’ve got to work hard to make that worth it. Marcelo here is a prime example of that, using vore gains to build a temple out of himself. I mean just look at him! Those thighs alone when paired with his face, I can’t say no. I mean just look at him. Almost every one of my urges wants to go inside him. I say almost because I’m drooling first and foremost, but I know deep down there’s no way I could possibly dominate such an apex. I might try though, either a miracle occurs and I get the best meal of my life or I get my other goal of being his meal after a valiant struggle. He’s so perfect I wouldn’t want to digest him, just keep him tightly wrapped in my stomach for all times, though I don’t know if he’d extend the same courtesy to me. What if we started dating and I could slip in and out of his stomach infinite times? That would be heaven. But as I daydream, he gets up and starts approaching me. “You seem lost in thought. What’s on your mind?” “Hey, Marcelo . . .