I paused while slamming ass once and had the realization that the room now smelled like a festival outhouse, and I was willing to live with it.
@partridge hot
twincest, underage, creampie
Weavertober week 1 - First Times
Took some polls for this month to try & motivate myself to make more Weaver contentl
This week, we'll be exploring 'First Times' with Elliot and Finley. I decided to draw the first time they have sex, but that's not the first time they 'play'! Check out my Twitter @ theXweavers for more updates and info about my OCs!
@Kyou I didn't notice the "early 2010s" part
@Kyou Ohhh ok, I checked when infinate came out and it wasn't 2010 so I got confused
@Kyou I thought that was the BioShock girl but I don't think it is
I know you guys are out there, I don't dislike boorus, but you centralize and tag everything we've ever made and take zero measures to mitigate AI faggots, so either respect that I'm posting things somewhere cleanly in a quiet channel for those "who know" and would like to keep it that way, or ruin it permanently for everyone.
I can't be the strongest one there is, or I'm doomed, my obstacles are stronger. I need someone stronger than me who carries the same torch. Their victory is my victory.
If someone would just explain how the world worked to me, nice and square, I think I would be fine. The problem is I don't have anybody like that. The closest thing I have are dead authors, nothing but echos. I feel alone, and I don't know what to do. I don't know what is bigger than the world, space is empty and distant, the world is the biggest thing I know, and it doesn't care about me. I could die and the world would not pay its respects. I can move, but not like I used to. My resources are dwindling. I'm grasping in the dark. Hoping only to find someone stronger, who believes what I believe. I haven't found one yet. Except the dead authors.
The Trench