>>76418892From outside of shitposter-kun's room, you could hear the rythmical sound of his skin being hit over and over again.
Sweat falling over his keyboard where he had written countless of narratives. His voice, however weak, continued to mutter his opinions.
>A...ah...! Stop...! I'm right...your branch is...d-dead...you should watch...Pipp-aah!!But his words were interrupted, as the marippet's penis managed to reach a spot no one else reached before.
>This is what you wanted, isn't it?! You wanted to get fucked...that's why you kept coming back to us...all this time!!Said the marippet with a raspy voice, who confused the shitposter's hatred with pure lust.
The thrusts became stronger, as if punishing the desk. Shitposter-kun kept talking, that's all his mind could do, getting filled inside with the love that he never received before.
