bros
hear me out
so imagine varg is in the forest, running around with his plastic viking helmet pretending hes in a fantasy choose-your-own-adventure book as usual
then suddenly, the bushes and trees start shaking
a feint sound of baile funk plays in the distance, shrieks in some kind of bastardised russian-sounding spanish creole fill the air
all of a sudden, 20 brazilian trannies appear from the vegetation like vietcong, their gigantic horse cocks in hand
varg stands there, frozen, beams of sweat dripping down his pure neanderthal cheeks, "h-h-heil odin, s-s-sæl odin..." he mutters to himself
then steps forth the leader of the pack, a 6ft4 former flamengo centre back turned beauty queen named bruna, her acrylic nails stroking against the 9" python between her long, smooth legs
she stares into varg's eyes, his skin glowing in the french summer sun like a burning church. "uma delicia" she remarks with a gentle smirk, as two penis-packing faveladas appear from behind varg, holding him down
"p-please, i-i'll give you all the MYFAROG money!" he cries as the ladies tear off his dollar store camouflage trousers
in an instant the lead tranny grabs his legs and pushes him into a mating press, before forcing her big brazilian cock into his tight nordic boipussy and pounding him like a filipino hooker
his hole had grown tight, it had been years since those somalis in prison stretched him out, so upon the initial insertion he let out a piercing shriek, similar to the ones on 'lost wisdom'
"my wife said the placenta would protect me, what happened?" he pondered as the tranny thrusts repeatedly, her testicles slapping against his pasty white buttocks until they turned red raw
and it was at that moment, staring up at the sky, surrounded by a cum-thirsty gang of salivating shemales and a plethora of big brown cocks of various shades, that varg finally learned the true power and majesty of the mutt. "brazil...i kneel" he whispered to himself.
