The feeling of heavy pants, deep breaths and clenched fist as I slowly open my raise it to FUCKING SOCK THAT BITCH KEITH STRAIGHT IN HIS GOD-LIKE FACE! His attitude problem is huge but so is his dick (which I dare hope so, also taste goo). Where am I again? Ah yes, fuck that guy. He can do me, too. But I gotta punch his face first.
In time someone uncensor this, I'll probably die of anemia by nosebleeding too much. IDK, maybe ya all are invited to my wake. Loot bags are gonna be TTB merchs. Will keep you guys posted.
I got one..
http://www.mangago.zone/home/photo/4184086/
I love you. Thanks for this great story.