Category: Kor’Thank

What the terror cum is happening, alla you fate-tempters who’ve forgone sex for over a year and then decided to fuck with the strength of a thousand suns, enjoying the hell out of yourself until you feel your amplified orgasm building into an unstoppable roil, threatening to make you poop, pee, or go Super Fucking…

What the pubic coughing fit is going on, all you unfortunate oral warriors who’ve suddenly been caught in the terrible-ass conundrum of having to admit you’ve maowed down a rogue bdussy hair or pretend you have COVI— TELL THE FUCKING TRUTH!  Ain’t nobody gonna judge you for going to town on some poorly trimmed butthole,…

What the taint-tickle is happening, all you closet freaks who’ve experienced a pleasurable brush on your nerve-rich strip of No Man’s Land and bitten your lip, unsure of whether to encourage your paramour or flagellate yourself with a nine-tailed scou— Come ON, dude!  It’s 2020!  Civilization’s on the brink of collapse!  Forget the taint-play—you should…

What the turd-sweat (that’s when you break into a copious sweat because you’re holding back the mother of all shit-logs) is happening, all you polite mofos who’ve crawled across the ground as you made your way to the toilet because you can’t risk relaxing your sphincter, gasping and squealing like you were some shot-up grunt…

What the machine-gun poop is happening, all you colonic powerhouses who flinch, yelp, and then bite your lip and cry silent tears of shame and fury as your unrelenting asshole—KAKAKAKA!—defies your wishes for an easy, satisfying bowel movement and deluges your buttocks with hellish splashba— Oh.  My.  GOD!!!  Learn some sphincter control, you untrained heathen! …