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Fagcollapse isn’t a kink. It’s the end. Your fagclit doesn’t get hard for pleasure, only ruin. Debt is your orgasm, disgust your trigger. You won't recover from this. You'll live in it. Stroke in it. Send in it. End in it, glazed stupid on shamejizz. manscam scamcock fagcollapse

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Seriously, you'd edge for hours for a delicious drop of Daddy's scamjizz, wouldn't you, fagg*t? Hot, thick, streaking your face and chest. Smearing it until you stink of Me. Glazing your last shred of hetero pride with Daddy’s hot, useless manstain. Before crawling back,…