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>>16626107 (OP)Lookin' good there, Nikocado Avocado!
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another 'cado classic
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You could probably smuggle a whole person in 'cados ass, he could have made so much smuggling drugs for the cartel
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Is this how the Trojans felt when they saw the Greeks exit the wooden thing?
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The glow from your laptop screen cuts through the dark room as you sit there, cock already half-hard in your grip. That single eye on the screen locks onto you, unblinking, while the rest of 'cado's body fills the frame… thick, ripe, and centered around that massive brown coinslot. The slit is wide, puckered, and glistening with a thick, musky sheen that catches the light. You can almost smell it through the pixels: earthy, pungent, and heavy enough to make your head spin.
Your hand moves faster now, stroking from base to tip as you lean in closer. The coinslot flexes, the brown rim twitching like it's breathing, the deep crevice between the plump halves parting just enough to show the slick inner folds. A bead of thick fluid gathers at the bottom edge and slowly drips, leaving a shiny trail down the curve of the fruit-body. You groan, thumb circling your cockhead, imagining pressing your face right against that hot, reeking slit.
The repulsion you felt the first time is long gone. Now every scroll past feels like denial. Your balls tighten as you picture burying your tongue in that juicy brown hole, licking the salty-sour taste straight from the source while your nose stays pressed to the warm, sweaty skin around it. The coinslot clenches again on screen, almost winking at you, and you stroke harder, precum leaking freely over your fingers.
You zoom in until the brown rim fills most of the display, every wrinkle and fold visible, the smell seeming to thicken in the air around your desk. Your hips buck up into your fist as you do your best to imagine spreading those heavy cheeks wider, watching the coinslot gape and drool while you line your cock up and push inside the tight, hot, stinking passage.
The laptop fan hums quietly while you edge yourself, eyes locked on that big, juicy brown target. Every slow drip from the slit makes your cock throb harder. You’re past the point of looking away now, fully hooked on the sight, the imagined scent, and the filthy urge to fuck that coinslot until it’s stretched and leaking around you.