DR1EK
Data Sanitizer
Divine
2
MONTHS
2 2 MONTHS OF SERVICE
LEVEL 1
300 XP
Deserted Lucas' basement
A Short Story
by @
Jason Nulled was thinking about Lucas Nulled again. Lucas was a ruthless pleb with dirty thighs and curvy abs.
Jason walked over to the window and reflected on his depraved surroundings. He had always loved deserted Lucas' basement with its defiant, dusty environmeent. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel unstable.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a ruthless figure of Lucas Nulled.
Jason gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a cowardly, creepy, squash drinker with thicc thighs and sloppy abs. His friends saw him as a super, snotty saint. Once, he had even saved a brawny baby turd that was stuck in a drain.
But not even a cowardly person who had once saved a brawny baby turd that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Lucas had in store today.
The moist teased like a cold beer, making Jason ecstatic. Jason grabbed a squidgy sausage that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Jason stepped outside and Lucas came closer, he could see the squashed smile on his face.
Lucas gazed with the affection of a 100 white doves. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I need more of you, tiger"
Jason looked back, even more ecstatic and still fingering the squidgy sausage. "Lucas, I love you daddy, UwU," he replied.
They looked at each other with ambivalent feelings, like two rich raccoons fucking at a brutal indian wedding anniversary, which had dubstep music playing in the background and two snotty uncles snorting to the beat.
Jason studied Lucas's dirty thighs and curvy abs. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Jason in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. You dont dick me hard enuff lucas ;o"
Lucas looked anxious, his emotions raw like a gleaming, gorgeous gun.
Jason could actually hear Lucas's emotions shatter into 522 pieces. Then the ruthless pleb hurried away into the distance. Whilst Lucas was firing his 357 revolver down the forest' streamline
Not even a beaker of squash would calm Jason's nerves tonight.
A Short Story
by @
Jason Nulled was thinking about Lucas Nulled again. Lucas was a ruthless pleb with dirty thighs and curvy abs.
Jason walked over to the window and reflected on his depraved surroundings. He had always loved deserted Lucas' basement with its defiant, dusty environmeent. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel unstable.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a ruthless figure of Lucas Nulled.
Jason gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a cowardly, creepy, squash drinker with thicc thighs and sloppy abs. His friends saw him as a super, snotty saint. Once, he had even saved a brawny baby turd that was stuck in a drain.
But not even a cowardly person who had once saved a brawny baby turd that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Lucas had in store today.
The moist teased like a cold beer, making Jason ecstatic. Jason grabbed a squidgy sausage that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Jason stepped outside and Lucas came closer, he could see the squashed smile on his face.
Lucas gazed with the affection of a 100 white doves. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I need more of you, tiger"
Jason looked back, even more ecstatic and still fingering the squidgy sausage. "Lucas, I love you daddy, UwU," he replied.
They looked at each other with ambivalent feelings, like two rich raccoons fucking at a brutal indian wedding anniversary, which had dubstep music playing in the background and two snotty uncles snorting to the beat.
Jason studied Lucas's dirty thighs and curvy abs. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Jason in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. You dont dick me hard enuff lucas ;o"
Lucas looked anxious, his emotions raw like a gleaming, gorgeous gun.
Jason could actually hear Lucas's emotions shatter into 522 pieces. Then the ruthless pleb hurried away into the distance. Whilst Lucas was firing his 357 revolver down the forest' streamline
Not even a beaker of squash would calm Jason's nerves tonight.