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A turncoat br delora loud beef fanfiction


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loud-beef, ready to queef. by delora 

 

 

I was sitting there, sharing my therapist level wisdom on the internet, making the world a better place, one intellectual post at a time. 

As I used my theraputic skills to drive people insane, My girlfriend was in the bathroom talking to SC men online again, but, I am an intellectual and my intellect is beyond my primal urges to have a loyal sexual partner.

She moaned loudly, at first I thought this was the usual sexual moan from the bathroom, as she left me out of her sc experiences which help her grow as a strong, confident, cow persona woman. I felt my teeny weeny turncoat peeny begin to say hello,  I smiled coyly and felt my eyebrows rise to the heavens as I let out nasally groan on response. "Errrrrrrrrrrm" I uttered intellectual pleasure. I was now a strong confident woman with a strong hard teeny weeny turncoat peeny, long and slick like a string beany, and hard and glorious like Mussolini. 

Just as I was ready to revel in the explorative glories of voyeurism, it was a huge turnoff when I realized my sexual partner was not disrespecting the ever loving shit out of me with the glories of semi consentual cuckold. 

"Babe!" She yelled as she opened the bathroom door (her Castle) I have been spamming br's dms all day, telling him how much I want to get to know him." 

Her sultry glorious lip pouted in disappointment, and my sweet little lady peen pouted in disappointment as well. 

I couldn't tell if the precum was jizzle, or teardrops.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Pleasant surprised in this hesitant heros misadventure as well, and like Bilbo Baggins unexpected guests, I had an unexpected guest as well, one who would mend and heal my dildo saggins. And the healing would begin indeed. 

"Quiet beef, you fat ass cow, open the door and tell me why you are spamming me, you fucking bitch!" 

Quiet beef began to feel her no no place getting wet, an she hadn't changed her panties since she fucked Edtard. 

Delora was standing behind br, crossing her arms. I hate her, because she has boobs and boobs remind me of my mommy and my mommy makes me angry! Nyeh!

She gets the beautiful cock that should be mine! 

Perhaps one day... One day br will evolve, and rise above into faggotry. But the way he is just out if touch as I forever orbit around him, unable to touch the finger of God, really makes a woman like myself have a hard cock. 

Nyeeeeeeeh

 

Suddenly, br begins to embrace my strong confident alpha dominatrix girlfriend

The excursion has begun. 

My floppidy sloppidy lady cockidy began to perk up REEEEEEAAAAAAAAL GUDE as I felt my intellectualism transform into precum which would in fact exit my inside out vagina, which is forever hidden under a layer of clothing from the grunge men's section. 

The glory. 

He slams her against the wall, ripping off her clothes like a confident animal. My love is slamming my other love. One who I can never possess because he is totally not gay, and another whom shall never respect me. 

As I am jerking off on the corner, delora can only watch as she spergs out crying. 

As I'm jerking off, moaning in glorious therapeutic therapist pleasure, I say what any sane mental health professional would to her, to guide her away from being astray and onto the same enlightened path as my own

Delora, why won't you let him explore himself? Why won't you let him heal? Stop being a controlling fucking bitch delora, you don't own his cock, he does what he wants. That buttered angel can do no wrong. 

Deloras  autistic cries of agony only make me harder, as I'm about to cum. 

"Deloraaaaaaaa hnnnnnng" I moaned. I began to lick her tears off her heartbroken face. 

"Let him have his adventures delora, embrace the adventure this is an intellectual journey of spiritual healing. He's healing delora, you possessive bitch, let go of the ego, he's healing."

 

Suddenly, I woke up in bed, my sheets covered in sperm, and my blue balls beginning to have the blood drain back into them. Looks like papa Smurf was having a time in the old classroom. 

It was only a dream, and quiet beef was at some dudes house for about three months now, and I haven't really gotten any action. Oh goodness me, what a lovely vision. 

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last edit on 4/5/2022 9:08:15 AM
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Weird. 

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i want it to be more erotiic

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"Suddenly, I woke up in bed, my sheets covered in sperm, and my blue balls beginning to have the blood drain back into them."

 

^  Is this scientifically accurate ? I did not know p****** pulled blood from the balls....

 

I do not know science help is this true lol

 

 

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loud-beef, ready to queef. by delora 

 

 

I was sitting there, sharing my therapist level wisdom on the internet, making the world a better place, one intellectual post at a time. 

As I used my theraputic skills to drive people insane, My girlfriend was in the bathroom talking to SC men online again, but, I am an intellectual and my intellect is beyond my primal urges to have a loyal sexual partner.

She moaned loudly, at first I thought this was the usual sexual moan from the bathroom, as she left me out of her sc experiences which help her grow as a strong, confident, cow persona woman. I felt my teeny weeny turncoat peeny begin to say hello,  I smiled coyly and felt my eyebrows rise to the heavens as I let out nasally groan on response. "Errrrrrrrrrrm" I uttered intellectual pleasure. I was now a strong confident woman with a strong hard teeny weeny turncoat peeny, long and slick like a string beany, and hard and glorious like Mussolini. 

Just as I was ready to revel in the explorative glories of voyeurism, it was a huge turnoff when I realized my sexual partner was not disrespecting the ever loving shit out of me with the glories of semi consentual cuckold. 

"Babe!" She yelled as she opened the bathroom door (her Castle) I have been spamming br's dms all day, telling him how much I want to get to know him." 

Her sultry glorious lip pouted in disappointment, and my sweet little lady peen pouted in disappointment as well. 

I couldn't tell if the precum was jizzle, or teardrops.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Pleasant surprised in this hesitant heros misadventure as well, and like Bilbo Baggins unexpected guests, I had an unexpected guest as well, one who would mend and heal my dildo saggins. And the healing would begin indeed. 

"Quiet beef, you fat ass cow, open the door and tell me why you are spamming me, you fucking bitch!" 

Quiet beef began to feel her no no place getting wet, an she hadn't changed her panties since she fucked Edtard. 

Delora was standing behind br, crossing her arms. I hate her, because she has boobs and boobs remind me of my mommy and my mommy makes me angry! Nyeh!

She gets the beautiful cock that should be mine! 

Perhaps one day... One day br will evolve, and rise above into faggotry. But the way he is just out if touch as I forever orbit around him, unable to touch the finger of God, really makes a woman like myself have a hard cock. 

Nyeeeeeeeh

 

Suddenly, br begins to embrace my strong confident alpha dominatrix girlfriend

The excursion has begun. 

My floppidy sloppidy lady cockidy began to perk up REEEEEEAAAAAAAAL GUDE as I felt my intellectualism transform into precum which would in fact exit my inside out vagina, which is forever hidden under a layer of clothing from the grunge men's section. 

The glory. 

He slams her against the wall, ripping off her clothes like a confident animal. My love is slamming my other love. One who I can never possess because he is totally not gay, and another whom shall never respect me. 

As I am jerking off on the corner, delora can only watch as she spergs out crying. 

As I'm jerking off, moaning in glorious therapeutic therapist pleasure, I say what any sane mental health professional would to her, to guide her away from being astray and onto the same enlightened path as my own

Delora, why won't you let him explore himself? Why won't you let him heal? Stop being a controlling fucking bitch delora, you don't own his cock, he does what he wants. That buttered angel can do no wrong. 

Deloras  autistic cries of agony only make me harder, as I'm about to cum. 

"Deloraaaaaaaa hnnnnnng" I moaned. I began to lick her tears off her heartbroken face. 

"Let him have his adventures delora, embrace the adventure this is an intellectual journey of spiritual healing. He's healing delora, you possessive bitch, let go of the ego, he's healing."

 

Suddenly, I woke up in bed, my sheets covered in sperm, and my blue balls beginning to have the blood drain back into them. Looks like papa Smurf was having a time in the old classroom. 

It was only a dream, and quiet beef was at some dudes house for about three months now, and I haven't really gotten any action. Oh goodness me, what a lovely vision. 

 this is one of the most amazing things i have ever read

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0 votes RE: A turncoat br delora loud beef fanfiction

loud-beef, ready to queef. by delora 

 

 

I was sitting there, sharing my therapist level wisdom on the internet, making the world a better place, one intellectual post at a time. 

As I used my theraputic skills to drive people insane, My girlfriend was in the bathroom talking to SC men online again, but, I am an intellectual and my intellect is beyond my primal urges to have a loyal sexual partner.

She moaned loudly, at first I thought this was the usual sexual moan from the bathroom, as she left me out of her sc experiences which help her grow as a strong, confident, cow persona woman. I felt my teeny weeny turncoat peeny begin to say hello,  I smiled coyly and felt my eyebrows rise to the heavens as I let out nasally groan on response. "Errrrrrrrrrrm" I uttered intellectual pleasure. I was now a strong confident woman with a strong hard teeny weeny turncoat peeny, long and slick like a string beany, and hard and glorious like Mussolini. 

Just as I was ready to revel in the explorative glories of voyeurism, it was a huge turnoff when I realized my sexual partner was not disrespecting the ever loving shit out of me with the glories of semi consentual cuckold. 

"Babe!" She yelled as she opened the bathroom door (her Castle) I have been spamming br's dms all day, telling him how much I want to get to know him." 

Her sultry glorious lip pouted in disappointment, and my sweet little lady peen pouted in disappointment as well. 

I couldn't tell if the precum was jizzle, or teardrops.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Pleasant surprised in this hesitant heros misadventure as well, and like Bilbo Baggins unexpected guests, I had an unexpected guest as well, one who would mend and heal my dildo saggins. And the healing would begin indeed. 

"Quiet beef, you fat ass cow, open the door and tell me why you are spamming me, you fucking bitch!" 

Quiet beef began to feel her no no place getting wet, an she hadn't changed her panties since she fucked Edtard. 

Delora was standing behind br, crossing her arms. I hate her, because she has boobs and boobs remind me of my mommy and my mommy makes me angry! Nyeh!

She gets the beautiful cock that should be mine! 

Perhaps one day... One day br will evolve, and rise above into faggotry. But the way he is just out if touch as I forever orbit around him, unable to touch the finger of God, really makes a woman like myself have a hard cock. 

Nyeeeeeeeh

 

Suddenly, br begins to embrace my strong confident alpha dominatrix girlfriend

The excursion has begun. 

My floppidy sloppidy lady cockidy began to perk up REEEEEEAAAAAAAAL GUDE as I felt my intellectualism transform into precum which would in fact exit my inside out vagina, which is forever hidden under a layer of clothing from the grunge men's section. 

The glory. 

He slams her against the wall, ripping off her clothes like a confident animal. My love is slamming my other love. One who I can never possess because he is totally not gay, and another whom shall never respect me. 

As I am jerking off on the corner, delora can only watch as she spergs out crying. 

As I'm jerking off, moaning in glorious therapeutic therapist pleasure, I say what any sane mental health professional would to her, to guide her away from being astray and onto the same enlightened path as my own

Delora, why won't you let him explore himself? Why won't you let him heal? Stop being a controlling fucking bitch delora, you don't own his cock, he does what he wants. That buttered angel can do no wrong. 

Deloras  autistic cries of agony only make me harder, as I'm about to cum. 

"Deloraaaaaaaa hnnnnnng" I moaned. I began to lick her tears off her heartbroken face. 

"Let him have his adventures delora, embrace the adventure this is an intellectual journey of spiritual healing. He's healing delora, you possessive bitch, let go of the ego, he's healing."

 

Suddenly, I woke up in bed, my sheets covered in sperm, and my blue balls beginning to have the blood drain back into them. Looks like papa Smurf was having a time in the old classroom. 

It was only a dream, and quiet beef was at some dudes house for about three months now, and I haven't really gotten any action. Oh goodness me, what a lovely vision. 

 this is one of the most amazing things i have ever read

 Why thank you 

🌬️
last edit on 4/17/2022 1:30:59 AM
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