WELCOME HOME LETTERS + a mini theory???
Home page- I O M A
About- A R
News- T
Media- Y G
Neighborhood- N S F E
Stickers- E
Playfellow Exhibit- N
Merch- P Y R E
Guestbook- W W W (could be a website)
Transcripts- Y
Wally's page- W
(for those who are searching for the letters!!)
Its either www. or .net, that im sure. We gotta make our own address.... wait a min....
What does Home wear at parties...
ADDRESS
you know... speaking of which... where WAS Eddie this update? He was strangely... absent.
and hes the one with the decoder.... and symbols are everywhere this update.... and they are containing lettters....
Oh my god.
Eddies being a mailman again.
He's sending us letters!!
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My next Smutfic...
...I'm going to use all Tier 5 to 6 synonyms for a penis, and see if it's still sexy.
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Kento lifted you against the wall, his thigh between your legs as you squeaked in alarm, pleasure pooling deep in your belly. His schlong dongadoodle was now so apparent, rock solid against his thigh.
"Tell me," he rumbled, low and mesmerising against your throat, "do you want my custard launcher in your pussy...or your mouth?"
"In-- in my mouth--" you choked out, "I want your purple-helmeted warrior of love in my mouth, Kento."
Forcing you to your knees, your mouth watered at the sight of Kento's tan banana against your lips-- and Kento gave you exactly what you had asked for.
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"Ah--shit--" Ino groaned, gripping you by the fat of your hips as you sunk down onto his beaver basher.
You shook and mewled, his heat-seeking moisture missile stretching your plush, velvet walls so nicely. You had always loved how his mayo-shooting hotdog gun felt as it kissed your cervix, so deep, so sweet as Ino plaited his fingers behind your neck and pulled you in, his kiss breath-stealing and honest.
"Only for you," Ino whimpered as you rocked your hips on his Little Ino, "this steamin' semen truck is only for you."
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"Take it-- take it-- hnnnng--" Higuruma's seed shot deep into your pussy, his meter long king kong dong pulsing as he moaned, his thighs flush against your arse.
You moved to pull away, exhausted and shaking; Hiromi gripped your thighs, holding you in place, his yoghurt shotgun still hard inside you; "Don't move," he croaked, voice breaking from the strength of his orgasm, "my baloney pony stays until I'm finished with you."
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"Come on pretty girl-- I know my single barrelled pump-action bollock's the biggest you've ever had, but-- haah-- don't cry."
Gojo folded your thighs hard against your chest as you cried with pleasure and pain, his beef whistle pounding into you at a relentless pace. Tears streamed into your hair as you begged.
"Satoru-- your thundersword-- please--"
Gojo pulled out, his spawn hammer dripping precum as he stroked it, flipping you onto your belly before slamming back into you so powerfully that you squealed.
"Thought we were done? Plenty more left in this whoopie stick yet, sweetheart."
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Inumaki's breath trembled with anticipation; there you were, eyes full of tears, pink lips parted just for him, and he couldn't deny himself from leaning down and kissing you sweetly, his lips usually so forbidden, and now electric against yours. You kissed him back, leaving him breathless, pulling away with a gasp.
"Wing wang doodle," he murmured, his breath fanning warmly over your mouth. Your eyes pricked with tears, wishing you could communicate in more than just penis synonyms.
Inumaki's thumb brushed softly over your eyes, his meeting yours in silent understanding; "Piss weasel," he reassured softly. You nodded, nose against his as you gave him a watery smile.
"Baby arm. Flesh flute," he whispered against your lips; with those words, you knew you were done for, finally caving to stay the night as he pressed you gently back onto his bed.
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I write because they understandably won't let me out of the house anymore.
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