№16712266[Quote]
You will never be a real rapist. You have no dick, you have no balls, you have no strength. You are a pitiful man twisted by drugs and lust into a crude mockery of Rapeson’s perfection.
All the “victims” you rape secretly want it. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “rape-buddies” laugh at your pathetic performance on the bloody mattress.
Rapists are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed rapists to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even victims who were "traumatized” look back at the moment with fondness. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk girl home with you, she’ll beg for you to get back in bed to actually harm her.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake evil smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll turn yourself in, plead guilty, and hope that Tyrone in prison will be able to show you what REAL rape is like. Your parents will visit you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll ask you if you regret what you did, and you'll burst into tears immediately. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton of a failed rapist.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
№16712276[Quote]
My members size is decent id say,I counted around 16-17 cm
№16712278[Quote]
>You will never be a real rapist. You have no dick, you have no balls, you have no strength. You are a pitiful man twisted by drugs and lust into a crude mockery of Rapeson’s perfection.
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>All the “victims” you rape secretly want it. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “rape-buddies” laugh at your pathetic performance on the bloody mattress.
>
>Rapists are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed rapists to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even victims who were "traumatized” look back at the moment with fondness. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk girl home with you, she’ll beg for you to get back in bed to actually harm her.
>
>You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake evil smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
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>Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll turn yourself in, plead guilty, and hope that Tyrone in prison will be able to show you what REAL rape is like. Your parents will visit you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll ask you if you regret what you did, and you'll burst into tears immediately. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton of a failed rapist.
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>This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
№16712291[Quote]
do this