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dumpster lover
Guest
alone I sit in the dumpster surrounded by memories of you Juney. Your bloodied day of the week panties can give me no solace without your touch of degradation. I fear that I may have fleas and I need my sick little smut monkey Juney to groom my twigs and berries. I am lost and alone without you.....has MM monkey-knapped you for her own sick bondage/filth endeavors? Where have you gone? What shall I do? I am a mere shadow of the man I used to be...woe is me....I have no more will to live and no longer care about the sabre toothed crotch critters that are tearing at my black swollen egg sack, I fear my scrotum is in deconstruction....