It's the insight that you're just fukk-meat that really sets a fäg free.

"Îți place pula? Ești o curvă?"

Heat crashed over him, and he went full feral bitch.

Juicy.

Call it extreme rock-paper-scissors: he lost to “fist” real fukking hard.

He doesn’t ride toys, he gets colonized.

Nu mai e om, e doar o pungă de spermă cu picioare.

Lasă telefonul, suge!

Let the perversions begin.

A generation addicted to plastic was born.

Îl întreabă unul: „Nu te doare?” El răspunde gâfâind: „Ba da, dar durerea e singura chestie pe care n-am luat-o încă în cur.”

Look what you did, fäggot!

He’s the star of the street’s WhatsApp group titled “Local Wildlife Footage.”

Make it intense, or let it be.

Make your man feel even better by providing a tight hole for his dick.

After nutting, he rubbed the fäg’s belly and cooed: “Morning sickness starts tomorrow, princess.”

Santa brings gifts.

After the massacre, his wrecked kunt kept winking and weeping crimson tears. Sorry, princess, once you bleed for the dick, you’re marked property forever.

One way to carry home the loads you've been given...

After your hole’s been jackhammered till it farts cum for a week, “making love” feels like trying to light a campfire with two wet noodles. You’ve been spoiled into a permanent fäggot.

Only lingerie for fägs.

Pe spate, cum îi șade cel mai bine.

Open access.

Pizdă de puștan.

Popperbating while gooning: the only time your brain blue-screens harder than your balls.

Polish it clean, boy!

Daddy had him spread-eagled. By the end, the boy was a trembling, cum-inflated mess with jizz pouring out of my ruined kunt like a broken condom.

Alpha rut kicks in, knot inflates, and he's officially a sealed bitch with a thirty-minute cum cork and zero regrets.

Predator.

POWER.

Curul lui e ca groapa de gunoi de la marginea orașului: vin și rromii, și câinii, și boschetarii să arunce în el, iar dimineața putoarea se simte până în centru.

His will was one sentence: “Everything I own walks on two legs and leaks when it hears my voice.”

Keep ruining that fag crater, champ. One day, it’ll have its own zip code.

Used to oil up for physique shows; now he oils up his hole so the whole powerlifting team can run a train without tearing him… too fast.

Ready to be cleaned, fäg.

His ringpiece went from “doorbell” to “garage door” in one greasy push.

Keep that porcelain throne warm, you walking cum trough.

Lad starts a Zoom wank for the lads; forgets it’s the family Christmas call, grandma’s in the waiting room watching him paint the Nativity scene white with one hand while waving with the other.

Să spui că o curvă fistuită nu se simte bine e o tâmpenie.

Rub your sloppy pussy lips!

Took “getting to third base” literally; third knuckle, to be exact.

Wife will never know that he is emptying his balls inside the boys he picks up on side roads.

Boy, your pussy’s so loose and loud it sounds like a cum-filled whoopee cushion getting sat on by a jackhammer.

Squats on a fixed pole.

Soldier on duty.

Souvenir clip from a walk in the woods.

Squirter.

The Lad went viral for the day he sneezed mid-stream and accidentally birthed three inches of pink sock in front of 10,000 viewers.

Stuffing the turkey.

Every brutal thrust is an eviction notice to his masculinity.