/biz/ - Business & Finance

>>53983047
Just leave our little chipmunk alone she is already traumatized enough from all the /pol/turds normalfags shit talking about her.

>>53983047
who is this goblin?

>>53983089
Oh, but I want her
I need her

When i see her, instant diamond idk why, if she bankrupts i would pay like $10k per month for her to become my sextoy, i'm guessing lots of rich people are thinking the same, i want her to financially destroy me.

>>53983047
Lubing up her asshole for prison I hope

>>53983128
pure perfection

>>53983154
Patrician

>>53983047
Good times never seem so good

>>53983047
grippy intensifies

>>53983047
Need to be someone's caroline

>>53983193

>>53983047
guilty of stealing my heart and then shredding it to pieces. a POLYcule? im like the 50x cuck.

>>53983193
bro how do i find a chick like this? im trying to get ahead of the shibarium hype abd buying kennel and steak but am i too late to get into a weird jewish crypto sex cult?

>>53983047
Probably buying dog tokens and slobbering on dog dong, just as she did back in the day
Little known fact: she was the kennelmaster

>>53983047
I remember my first time as if it were yesterday. The excitement, the anticipation, the fluttering of my heart. But it was not the fairy tale I had dreamed of. It was an awkward encounter with a man who repulsed me.

Sam was an autist, and his social ineptitude made me uncomfortable. His movements were jerky and his speech was halting. He was not a physically attractive man, but I had been drawn to his intellect. Yet, as the moment approached, I could feel my desire wane.

The room was dimly lit, and the scent of candle wax permeated the air. He fumbled with his clothes, and I was grateful for the low light that hid the awkwardness of his movements. As he approached me, I recoiled. His touch was rough and uncoordinated, like a child learning to play an instrument.

I tried to relax, to let go of my reservations, but I couldn't. I could not lubricate, grippy, and the friction was unbearable. I could feel every movement, every jolt of his body, every uncomfortable inch.

The pain was excruciating, but I could not bring myself to stop him. I lay there, frozen, waiting for it to end. When it finally did, I felt nothing but relief.

In the aftermath, I lay there, the scent of the candles now nauseating. The silence was deafening, and I felt alone in my repulsion. I could not reconcile my attraction to his intellect with my disgust at his physical being.

As I left his apartment, I felt as if I had been defiled. The night air was cold and biting, and I shivered as I walked home. It was a harsh lesson, a reminder that attraction is more than just intellect or physicality. It is a complex, mysterious force that cannot be tamed or controlled.

>>53983047
I remember my first time as if it were yesterday. The excitement, the anticipation, the fluttering of my heart. But it was not the fairy tale I had dreamed of. It was an awkward encounter with a man who repulsed me. Sam was an autist, and his social ineptitude made me uncomfortable. His movements were jerky and his speech was halting. He was not a physically attractive man, but I had been drawn to his intellect. Yet, as the moment approached, I could feel my desire wane.

The room was dimly lit, and the scent of candle wax permeated the air. He fumbled with his clothes, and I was grateful for the low light that hid the awkwardness of his movements. As he approached me, I recoiled. His touch was rough and uncoordinated, like a child learning to play an instrument. I tried to relax, to let go of my reservations, but I couldn't. I could not lubricate and thus became very grippy, the friction was unbearable. I could feel every movement, every jolt of his body, every uncomfortable inch. The pain was excruciating, but I could not bring myself to stop him. I lay there, frozen, waiting for it to end. When it finally did, I felt nothing but relief.

In the aftermath, I lay there, the scent of the candles now nauseating. The silence was deafening, and I felt alone in my repulsion. I could not reconcile my attraction to his intellect with my disgust at his physical being. As I left his apartment, I felt as if I had been defiled. The night air was cold and biting, and I shivered as I walked home. It was a harsh lesson, a reminder that attraction is more than just intellect or physicality. It is a complex, mysterious force that cannot be tamed or controlled.

>>53984258
didn't know a jewess could enjoy a red rocket as much as an average white w*man.
the kennelmaster can fuck right off, afaik he didnt buy Fetch, Bowl or Steak yet

>>53983047

>>53983128
She's one of the main characters of this game called Weasel Pinners that this board simps over.

>>53984455
Yhwh loves me

>>53984455
>over a year ago already
Take me back anon