"Stay dead!"
There is always more ?"Stay dead!"
I fired my Desert Eagle and proudly stand above you, as I'm now the winner of Cheese.
I grab your leg, pull it down, and throw a cheese on your face.There is always more ?
I didn't consent to that. Thanks to a fruity SuperSubway I now need therapy.I grab your leg, pull it down...
I look at you. Tied on chair, with your hands tight around the back.I didn't consent to that. Thanks to a fruity SuperSubway I now need therapy.
This roleplay is too homoerotic. I'm going back to posting ?I look at you. Tied on chair, with your hands tight around the back.
In the room made from concrete, with some rebars poking out from the ceiling and walls.
"Therapy? I think what you need are taxes... And schizophrenic pills."
I look above, litres of melted cheese comes through the roof. It fills up into the room. To only find out you already escaped.This roleplay is too homoerotic. I'm going back to posting ?
You made me say *homoerotic* out loud by surpriseThis roleplay is too homoerotic. I'm going back to posting