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My friends, it has often been said that I like sex. Friends, I like sex. No, friends, I love sex! I love orgies. I love gangbangs. I love egg-laying. I love cocks, tits, I love sex-change operations, and futas. Sex under the sheets, in streets, in beaches, in grasslands, in frozen tundras, through deserts, on the sea, in the air, I love every act of sex that can occur upon this earth.
I love blasting vaginas to smithereens with semen salvos that thunder across the lines of my bedroom. My heart leaps with joy whenever a hymen is tossed high into the air and cut to pieces by well placed penis thrusts, and there is nothing like a nubile rentboy using a dragon dildo to destroy enemy anuses. And the feeling that comes when a young man runs screaming from his blazing bedroom only to be mowed down by heavy bukkake fire, is such an exquisite feeling.
Like when ranks of teenage boys virgins brandish their erections rushing into the enemy line. It moves me deep within my heart to watch a fresh shota stabbing over and over into the moist vagina of a well-experienced woman. The sight of submissives being strung up from a sex dungeon is an irresistible pleasure. And there is nothing more arousing, than the sounds made by furry fetishists dropping like flies, screaming in bliss as they're worn out by ear piercing yiffs!
When a band of pitiful Internet nerds makes their final stands with nothing but small dicks, only to have their loli porn smashed to atoms block by block by Chris Hansen, I'm in ecstasy. I love it when my anus is ravaged by a Russian armored gimp. It's so sad to see geeks' delusions that were supposed to be defended at all costs, being laid to waste, their waifus and husbandos being raped, and masturbated to. I love to be squashed under the heel of the British and American dominatrixes. The humiliation, as my insides crawl around like vermin, ducking the jizz bombers flying overhead.
Gentlemen, all I ask for is sex. Sex so grand as to make Moot himself tremble. Gentlemen, I ask you as fellow brothers and sisters in arms, what is it you really want? Do you wish for kinkier sex as I do? Do you wish for sensual, eyewatering sex? Sex whose fury is built with buttplugs, and dildos, and latex? Do you ask for orgasm to sweep in like a tempest, leaving not even virgins to scavenge from this Earth?!
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