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I was thinking "Damn, I really hope some hot chick paints my brains all over some ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hallway."
And here we are. I mean really, just absolutely destroy me. I'm talking full on, watermelon in the
thighs level of carnage. And I want it to scare the ♥♥♥♥ out of me. I mean I hope I piss myself. I
hope I piss myself and you call me your little "peepee pisspiss boy." I want you to ♥♥♥♥ me up. I
mean I want you to make me your ♥♥♥♥♥. Your little peepee piss myself ♥♥♥♥♥. I want it to get
embarrassing. I mean like... weirdly embarrassing. Unsanitary, too. We should be entirely different
people by the end of the first eight hours. Do you understand what I'm trying to say here? I mean,
I'm a real freak. I'm not normal.
Ma'am, please... you have to crush me.