Category: Kor’Thank

What the Piss Police is happening, my fellow neanderthal bro-men who spray gallons of pee through your giant dick slit without a care in the world but now you’re living with somebody who gives a big ol’ fuck about yellow porcelain and nasty ammonia smell so you quiver in fear when you point your trembling…

What the sex-awkwardness is happening, all you even-keeled mofos who’ve smashed nethers with a total rando and let things get completely out of control, to the point where you were invoking the dark lord Astaroth while trying to swallow each others’ fists and now you’re making your lover smile as you dance-dance-dance your way out…

What the stank-sheets are happening, all my fellow fuck-machines who’ve nodded fervently at your lover’s vehement declarations that you need to wash them shits in a hermetically sealed autoclave with lab-grade bleach but you’re secretly laughing and giggling with a perverse sense of pride at how many gametes you’ve splattered across the microbial wastelands that…

What the finger-probe is happening, all you anal adventurers who’ve decided to try and spice up smash-time with an intrepid pinkie or maybe a pointer-phalange but then you’ve gotten shut down with a smack on the wrist, a nut-shriveling death-glare, and a vehement inquiry as to what in the HELL you think you’re doi— Too…

What the dick-lips are happening, all my fellow mid-coitus contemplators who’ve taken a moment to stare down at the tiny flaps at the end of your piece and struggled not to burst into laugh— What are you—FIVE???  Never, EVER contemplate the hilarities of sex (of which there are many) before you’re about to grunt and…