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>rape saplings
>rape saplings
>RAPE SAPLINGS
What the hell, guys?! I don't think I could ever force myself on an effeminate little Sapling, his petite androgynous frame unable to defend himself from my groping hands and lusty attention. I would be remiss to kiss his soft, svelte neck and touch his slender chest and back. It disgusts me to thin how hard his tiny cock would get as his protests become moans of pleasure. My stomach churns at the thought of picking him up and forcing my cock deep inside of his tight, needy hole. Bile rises in my throat as I envision pounding him from behind, his wrists in my hands as his failed-male cock spurts useless loads onto the bedsheets from a prostate orgasm. And my thoughts are but of revulsion as I imagine what it would be like to cum deep inside him, emptying myself until I am spent as we both collapse, panting, covered in sweat, before we doze off in the afterglow. How sickening.
