Taking it up the ass doesn't piss off God.
He doesn't care as long as its for procreation.
You just have to think of him when you squirt.
And hope he doesn't hear your moans.
Patreon - (14 Pages in advance)
I never understand why incest artist advertise patreon. Thats like asking to be banned.
its from kill la kill.
Its actually a pretty entertaining anime, but you usually have to find the english version through less than legitimate means.
Not incest and I am so fucking sick of this shit ruining my search for real incest porn
Fucking your step-sibling is kinda gross like incest. I mean, how can you fuck your fake-sibling without imagining your parents fucking.
Its like the sex version of that game where kids tell each other not to think of their mom naked.
really when you stop and think about it, parents are the biggest strangers of all to their kids.
Like I can spend a few hours with someone and suddenly they're telling me their deepest secrets for no reason. Well no reason or they told me their name and I looked up their facebook. I don't know jack about my parents' past before I was born, total mystery.
Pic semirelated, hes kinda a dilf.
you should ask. One day you cant anymore and will regret it.
If you don't know anything about your parents. And they didn't die young or something, you really only got yourself to blame.
I haven't seen my dad since I was like ten. And when I did see him it was only a couple weeks per year during summer break.
and I still know tons about him.
I don't have myself to blame, my family is really secretive. My family is the kind that just sits in awkward silence through every holiday with shitty music playing in the background.
I do know my parents have really shady backgrounds. My mom used to be a "model" and the job got her fired from burger king. My dad used to be a weight lifter (a trait I did not inherit) and got fired from his own father's factory for punching out the son of a preacher.
I also spent most of my days growing up in a biker bar called "the sly fox" which my family owned, while my mom did books and some guy named "Rooter" kept teaching me how to break into things, while his son slept in the nook behind the counter.
My entire history sounds entirely fictional, I don't blame any of you for not believing it.
also when I say my family owned that biker bar, I meant my extended family. My aunt and uncle owned it, my mom just worked the books. Its also kinda bad that it lead me to labeling bottles to prevent over serving or theft, hacking pinball machines, and serving drinks before I knew how to tie my shoes.
My parents were just not good.
No, what makes this weird is you're an equine with human feet.