oh god when tord showed up…immediate neuron activation. i’m talking heart palpitations, butterflies, knees shaking, drooling (both mouth and tip), scroaning (screaming and moaning), the uncontrollable urge to lick up every sweet drop of blood from his cut, and a bunch of other things that would probably kill you upon reading. the only word i could utter for 14 hours was tord. anyway, gotta go goon to tord (he owns my cock, i hope you understand)
kill yourself literally why would you willingly say any of this