#whorecraft

[glutpuppy]

Tomorrow my weekend of whorecraft and sluttery begins

[loverhymeswith]

Last Line Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @runnning-outof-time 💕

Rules: Make a new post and post the latest line in your WIP & tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like)

This is from the Rick Flag and Jonathan Crane fic I am working on for my October Dreams event:

After a minute at most, you reach your destination. "This is it," you announce, inclining your head towards the gold-plated sign on the door in front of you:

Dr Jonathan Crane, Administrator.

He’s been promoted.

NP tagging: @a-reader-and-a-writer @whorecraft @anniesocsandgeneralstore @that-sarcastic-writer

[rwwinton]

I’m working on my final project for this semester, for which I chose to focus on queerness in the 18th century (so I can also post a sparknotes version on my World Anvil site for WorldEmber).

It has led me back to reading the pamphlet with the wonderful title of: 

“Satan's Harvest Home: or the Present State of Whorecraft, Adultery, Fornication, Procuring, Pimping, Sodomy, And the Game of Flatts, (Illustrated by an Authentick and Entertaining Story) And other Satanic Works, daily propagated in this good Protestant Kingdom”

Which makes me laugh EVERY TIME. Reading it, the thing is such an “old man yells at cloud” vibe.

[uncle-mojave]

How goes Whoreld of Whorecraft?

Stopped after 20 minutes. Hated the interface and controls.

[luruneth]

The San’layn - Part 3

[M/M, cis, gay, vampires, WoW]

You sat there for what felt like hours, the San'layn's head pressed against your cold, naked chest. Your heart did not beat, your chest did not rise and fall with breath, blood did not course through your veins to keep you alive. "Strange" is the only way you could describe the sensation of undeath.

Neither of you needed to sleep, but he rested against you with his eyes closed. His body was immortal and untiring, but his soul was aching and weary.

As he lay against you, wrapped in the blanket that had been draped over your previously-dead body, you held him close, running your fingers through his snowy, long hair. He had both of his arms around your torso, hugging you fiercely, as if he was afraid that upon letting go, you would disappear.

With the grace and silence of an Eversong lynx stalking its prey, you stood up from your position against the laboratory wall, still cradling him in your arms. You felt more powerful than ever, and oddly satisfied that the man in your arms - the one who had previously overpowered you and ripped the life from your body - was now curled up like a helpless baby in your gentle grip.

He did not protest or utter a single word as you strode out of the laboratory, gliding soundlessly through the desolate Crimson Halls.

You found your way back to the chamber that you'd slept in before and set him down on the same bed he'd killed you in.

You loomed over him, your hands on either side of his head as you held yourself above him on the bed. His arctic eyes studied your face. His expression was soft and pregnant with longing. He smiled gently at you.

He reached a hand up and brushed your cheek. Your crimson hair cascaded down onto him, striking against the deathly pale-blue sheen of his exposed skin. You leaned down, bending your right arm so that now you supported yourself more on one elbow, and you kissed him. Time stopped as his lips met yours. Your body pressed against his. He reached an arm around your head and ran his fingers through your sanguine hair. His other hand was on your back, gently tracing along the ridge of your spine.

You were both still naked, and the only thing between you and him was the thin blanket that still enveloped his lower body. Leaning heavily on your elbow, your free hand slowly slid down to pull the blanket off of him.

As your skin touched, you felt yourself swell a bit. He noticed, and purred. His large cock was soon engorged, pressing up against your hips.

You sat up, your cock brushing his as you lifted yourself up and tilted your hips back. He pushed himself up, his arms behind him and his cock pressing into you as you sat on his hips.

You grinned wickedly, and your new, echoey voice was thick and salacious as you recited the familiar words: "The San'layn aren't all barbarians... now it's my turn..."

With ease you lifted him up from underneath you, quickly flipping your positions, and he now rested on your lap, still facing you. His fangs peeked out from under his lips, and he smirked. He growled as he wiggled his hips, grinding against you for a moment before lifting himself up just enough to sit on the tip of your cock.

He groaned as he let himself slide onto you. He was tight, but you'd fix that soon enough. Without warning you tilted your hips upward, pushing further into his ass, and he moaned. Your hands found themselves resting on his hips as he began to sway back and forth on top of you. You gyrated and thrusted, causing him to moan softly.

He bounced on your dick for a minute, his cock swelling and hovering above your stomach as you pumped yourself into him. You grew bored, and decided it was time to have some real fun.

It was time to test what you could now do.

Your right hand stroked his swollen cock, and your left shot up from his hips and wrapped itself around his throat. He grinned, his eyes flashing red for a brief moment. You pushed your cock into him one more time, then with minimal effort you threw him across the room, launching him into the steel wall, and he crashed with a thud.

No time passed as you swiftly appeared in front of him across the room. He was moaning, his cock rigid. He looked up at you. His eyes now glowed red with hunger.

You felt something taking over you. A red haze clouded your vision. You felt your fangs unsheathing.

He lunged at you, his fingertips adorned with talons that raked across your skin. You caught him, spun, and with the momentum of his own attack you launched him once again, this time THROUGH the wall.

You glided towards the hole you'd made, a cocky smirk plastered across your face. The dust settled, and through the rubble you could see he was gone. You stepped out of the room through the hole.

You heard a hiss from above you, and felt his entire weight drop onto you.

He gracefully somersaulted, and at the zenith of his roll, threw you down the hallway. You soared through the air, and you hit the ground on your feet, skidmarks lining the ground as you screeched to a halt.

He was still older, and probably far stronger than you. But that didn't mean you weren't going to put up a fight. This would be fun.

You heard a cacophony of skittering and whispering all around you, clouding your senses. Every muscle in your body tensed as you listened for him. The only thing that gave him away was the crimson fire of his eyes as he lunged at you from the shadows.

His fangs sank into your shoulder, but no blood spurted from the wound. Pain shot through your body, but it only helped to embolden you, your frenzy growing stronger and the red haze in your vision becoming more prominent.

You grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the ground. Your chest heaved from excitement and the bloodlust driving you to a crazed frenzy. Your cock swelled and your grip was iron as you held him in place against the cold steel floor.

His huge cock was pulsing and rigid. You shoved your dick into his prone hole, and pumped into him. He didn't resist, but he did rake his claws across your chest and legs as you plunged in and out of him.

He growled, roared and shrieked like a wild cat as you filled him with your cock. You flushed yourself against his hole, every bit of you intruding upon his insides, and you cackled. You pushed into him harder and faster, pumping fast enough to absolutely destroy any mortal lover. He, however, was writhing in delight. His legs spread even further, and his talons grated the floor underneath him. Between the shrieking, roaring and growling he moaned so loud that his voice reverberated and echoed through the Crimson Halls.

Your cock twitched and wriggled inside of him. A wave of cum gushed forth from your dick and filled him up, leaking out of his ass with each continued thrust into him.

You pulled out, and he seized the moment to lunge at you. He slammed you into the wall and kissed you with the burning ferocity of a thousand suns. His cock was swollen and pressed against you. As your lips locked, he pushed himself inside of you. It was his turn now. It wasn't long, however, before a primal, guttural groan escaped his lips and a huge load of cum began leaking out of your own ass.

He pulled out, his dick still fully erect and leaking. His hands ran along your back and through your hair, and you draped your arms around his shoulders. Your bodies pressed together and your fangs grated against his as he kissed you so passionately that if you still had a beating heart, it might have given out at that moment.

You reached an arm down and squeezed his ass, and he growled and snickered, his chest heaving and shaking from the enrapturing grip of your combined frenzy.

He laid himself on the ground and pulled you on top of him. You continued to kiss, and felt him shake and twitch as you played with his still-dripping, wet cock as you locked lips.

He stopped for a moment to look at you. His eyes still burned the colour of blood, but you saw longing in them. He smiled at you, his lips stretching across his unsheathed fangs. He brushed your cheek with one hand, then pulled you back down for another long, time-stopping kiss.

He ran his fingers through your hair as you laid down on top of him. You both hadn't moved from the spot, but you lay naked together in the empty Crimson Halls, savouring every moment together of your new life.

He kissed the top of your head and you couldn't help but smile. On the outside you had always painted yourself with a confident, haughty, imperial demeanor, but somehow he caused your no-longer-beating heart to just melt.

The Kirin Tor could go fuck themselves. You couldn't possibly return to such a droll, normal life after this.

[sunjadye]

Fuck the patriarchy

Be a whore

Do witch craft

[apollos-boyfriend]

powerpoint nights are fun

[evil-reddit666]

XISUMA VOID? STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING XISUMA VOID GOD DAMN FOOL "FAMILY FRIENDLY" TEA DRINKING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT ADMIN OF THE WHORECRAFT BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN ADMIN MOTHERFUCKING XISUMA VOID

STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT XISUMA VOID I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE HAVE SO MANY FUCKED UP HERMITS WHY DID HE DECIDE COLLECT THEM ALL JUST SET THEM LOOSE. IS HE DEAD IS HE A BASTARD MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM DOESN'T EVEN SHOW HIS FACE AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST BEARD GET AWAY FROM ME

if i wanted to get into heaven and god said xisuma voids waiting inside i would piss on gods feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down

if i have to deal with xisuma void speaking one word on voice in a hermitcraft video not only will i close the tab i will delete my bookmark out of spite and have to rewatch the entire series again for the experience of being able to skip all the times when he speaks or is mentioned or alive

i dont even know why i hate him so much. he just builds things with his friends and banned me because I tried to kill them but i am just mad because i am angy

he better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if hes just some shithead who had the power to imprison people in lava pits and wanted to do it for fun ill go ham

BETTER have had a command make him kill a man cuz if he didnt Im going to make him

paypal.com/IFuckingHateXisumaVoid

nightmares weren't even about him. evil voice was just using him against me and I lost it

where the fuck is xisuma void if hes still alive im going to so deeply wish he wasnt

crusty old man

ill punch xisuma and his sad frail old man twig bones will simply flake apart under my epic huge meat fist and he will disintegrate until all thats left is one final command he kept open at all times that simply says Now You Fucked Up in ancient galactic

im not breathing im hyperventilating at this point

i hope i find out a date for when xisuma died or will die so i can make it a reminder on my phone

everyday once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the man who had so many fucked up and nosy friends

[professionalchaoticdumbass]

World of Whorecraft

[urfaveisavirgin]

C!docm77 from whorecraft is not a virgin and gets so many bitches!

[tengwar]

World of warcraft? More like: World of whorecraft! Haha...  *turns off light, climbs into bed, dies peacefully while sleeping*

[nachosforfree]

That's like Philza whorecraft times 100

i based him off my phil design cuz im lazy 💔

[headspace-hotel]

Here is what I learned about after spending 3 hours on Wikipedia today.

knowledge is beautiful, here are some links for your reading pleasure

List of types of spoons

this guy I found with the random article button, Edward Carroll, is a musician, which is not that interesting, but his backstory is that he was inspired to learn the trumpet by a door-to-door trumpet salesman, which really raises some questions that this article doesn’t answer at all

Satan's Harvest Home: or the Present State of Whorecraft, Adultery, Fornication, Procuring, Pimping, Sodomy, And the Game of Flatts, (Illustrated by an Authentick and Entertaining Story) And other Satanic Works, daily propagated in this good Protestant Kingdom. According to this pamphlet, the lgbt community was having a blast in 1749. refreshing to know that even 330 years ago masculinity was in crisis and the younger generation had given up the values of God, Family and Country that the older generation still clung to for sluttiness, unmanliness and gay sex. The more things change, the more they stay the same. (Of course, back in 1749 gay sex was also caused by Italian opera and the French.)

possibly supportive of the above argument: this gay erotic French poetry collection from the 1880’s which includes “sonnet to an asshole”

Related: William Dugdale, publisher of obscene books in the 1850’s. There’s. so much to unpack here. The apparently thriving Smutty Book Trade. The fact that his brothers and multiple of his sons or sons in law were also in the Smutty Book Trade. The sophisticated, highly clandestine operations of the Smutty Book Trade being hidden through constantly shifting addresses and aliases. The fact that he, his brothers, and everyone else in the Smutty Book Trade are constantly being thrown in prison or sentenced to hard labor for smutty book crimes, and this doesn’t even stop them. The fact that he died in prison because of his obscene books.

Philip Andreas Oldenburger, a German lawyer in the 1600’s who wrote a pamphlet that made German authorities big mad and was sentenced to eat his writings while being flogged. no offense to the 17th century but what the fuck

jean-louis verger, who assassinated the archbishop of Paris for telling him to stop writing pamphlets arguing against clerical celibacy and the immaculate conception...so like, I can kind of understand why they executed him

Temilotzin, an Aztec poet of whom only one poem has survived. The only thing the article says about it is: “The poem is about making friends.” Aww?

illiterate popes (I just like that this is an article)

female wartime cross-dressers in the american civil war

from the above list: Elsa Jane Forest Guerin, who lived a life that was so badass she wrote a memoir about it BEFORE enlisting in the civil war, including being a saloon owner and fur trader and getting into a shootout with her husband’s murderer

continuing the theme of cross-dressing adventurers, Marie-Louise Victoire Girardin seems to have had a pretty awesome time as well

Lizzie Compton, also from the civil war list, first enlisted in the union army at 14, where her identity was discovered while she was having her injuries treated from trying to ride an unruly horse on a dare. She went on to enlist in SEVEN different regiments total. I hesitate to call Lizzie Compton “she” though because (s)he (?) seems to have been insistent on being seen as a dude even apart from being allowed to fight in war. (S)he sadly drops out of the record of history after 1864. However (s)he would have identified in the present day, I hope Lizzie ended up living a good life...

as a final note, please read the entire teletubbies Wikipedia page. You’ve probably seen the post about tinky winky being seen as a secret gay symbol (which is, incomprehensibly, referred to as the ‘1998 tinky winky crisis’ in a Wikipedia article about Anne Shirley being gay). The thing about that post is that it mentions NOTHING about this paragraph further down:

Wikipedia truly is a magical place

[thebrutalballadoffangusklot]

more like WHORE OF WHORECRAFT am i right taurens

Nah. That’s just kinda rude. Taurens are sexy tho.

[luruneth]

The San’layn - Part 2

[M/M, cis, gay, vampires, WoW]

Your eyes cracked open slowly. Your entire body ached as if you'd been in a shipwreck. The dim lighting of the room made it nigh impossible to see, but it only took seconds of lucidity to remember where you were. Your heart swelled. Tangled up in a mess of scarlet and gold sheets and blankets with you was a gorgeous, pale-blue San’layn. His arms were around you, cradling you against his breathless chest. You nuzzled against him and he took your hand gently in his own. With his other hand he ran his fingers through your long, blood-red hair. He lifted your chin to look at him, and as your face tilted up towards his, he leaned in to tenderly kiss you on the lips. As his icy tenderness enveloped you, flames danced in your heart. He pulled you completely on top of him, and now your faces were but an inch away.

You sank into him, your heart beating like war drums. His lips pressed against yours with yearning. As you kissed him, you felt your seating situation change. Against your rear you felt him bulging. You opened your eyes, and he opened his, your gazes locked. His soft blue eyes burned with lust, flecks of scarlet swimming through his frosty irises, threatening to completely overtake him. Your arm behind your back, you reached a hand down slowly to stroke him. His cock swelled against your exposed rear. You felt yourself growing wet, and so could he. He purred at you, his deep voice echoing with the taint of undeath. You lifted yourself up and seated yourself back down onto his erect cock. He growled. Red flashed for a moment in those fierce eyes of his.

You gently swayed back and forth on top of him, your inner walls tightening and gliding against his enormous dick. You kissed him with the intensity of a raging forest-fire. His hands ran through your messy scarlet hair, and his hands shook as he desperately struggled to remain gentle with you, his claws only scraping the skin of your back, his fangs unsheathing and retracting cyclically. You put your hands on his blueish chest and pulled away for a moment, looking at him. His eyes cried out desperately to you - you could see he wanted so much more. And so did you.

You leaned in, the side of your face flush against his, and whispered:

“Don’t be afraid of hurting me. Let’s do it again…”

You felt his cock swell inside of you and against the side of your face, his long, cold fangs slid out from their hiding place. You sat up, arching your back to look at his face. His eyes glowed blood red and burned with rabid hunger. His fangs remained unsheathed. He yanked you closer to him. You moaned as he pressed you up against his chest, holding you in place as he vigorously pumped his growing cock into again and again. He growled like a wildcat as you took him into you, your hips swaying and whimpers escaping your lips. He came in you, cum flooding through you, filling you up - but he did not withdraw. He kept thrusting, seemingly determined to do it again. His cock writhed and spasmed in you, and you groaned as you felt its contents seeping out of you with every plunge that he made. He lifted you into the air, your body leaking his fluids all over the scarlet and gold duvet. He flipped you over so that you were now on your hands and knees. Without warning or hesitation he dove into you once again, savagely pounding you, his hips flushing with your rear at the zenith of each thrust. Your breathing grew ragged and your voice cracked as he began to drive into you harder and faster. With one hand you began stroking yourself as he ravaged your rear end.

You knew he didn’t need to breathe, but you heard him gasping and raggedly huffing. You felt… something change about him. You heard a cracking, splitting noise behind you, and his cock, still thrusting into you, grew more than any erection could offer. It nearly doubled in size and a scream escaped your lips as its girth swelled to gargantuan proportions within you. You craned your neck to look at him, wondering what was going on. You really shouldn’t have looked at him.

The San’layn filling your abdomen looked nothing like an elf anymore. His eyes now emitted a blazing crimson trail, and his light-blue skin had grown a dark grey. His fangs cascaded even further down his chin, almost surpassing the end of his face. His clawed hands were now adorned with gleaming talons. Shadows enveloped him, his features morphing into silhouettes under the guise of darkness. He was probably a foot or two taller now, as well. Fear gripped your heart, but so did excitement as this… thing… ferociously fucked you, rocking your body back and forth with the force of a small earthquake. You screamed again as those imposing talons ripped through the flesh on your back. A nigh demonic howl resonated through the chamber from him. With one enormous hand and using his dick for a bit of extra leverage, he lifted you and held your small body against him, thrusting even harder as you sank back onto his entirety. His fangs tore through the skin on your throat, and you felt them aggressively siphoning the life from you. He thrust harder and harder, and the flesh on your chest and thighs burned as his free hand ripped your body apart.

Your eyes grew heavy. Your vision was darkening. You moaned weakly for him to stop, he was killing you for real this time. His giant cock throbbed within you and you felt it gush cum through you in waves. Blood poured from your body. Your ass ached with pleasure and cum had leaked from your cock, but your heart beat feverishly as you struggled to stay alive. His fangs were still in you, draining whatever you had left. You felt yourself growing colder, and everything got so quiet. He couldn’t control himself. This was the end.

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Your senses returned to you as you metamorphosed back into your normal form. Panic ripped through your body. The mage had gone limp. No more moans or screams emanated from him. His flesh had grown cold, the fire within him extinguished.

“No… no… NO!” You screamed. This was the first mortal you’d ever felt so strongly for. You quickly stood up, your engorged cock sliding out of him with a cascade of cum. Tears rolled down your face. Your cries echoed through the empty caverns of the Crimson Halls. You felt a twinge of hope in your heart, but it quickly became strangled by dread. You were San’layn. He was Sin’dorei… there had to be a way. You had everything you needed to try to turn him here. But could you possibly curse him to an eternity of undeath? Maybe he’d like it. Regardless, he was too young to die. You had to do something. You picked up his delicate form and it crumpled into you like a wilted flower. Your chest heaved as your entire body was wracked with sobbing. You took a deep breath - only to calm yourself if anything, as you didn’t actually need to breathe - and composed yourself. Tears streamed down your face as you carried him through the desolate halls.

You laid him down on the altar. Ritual knives, books, and reagents lay on a table nearby. The San’layn had experimented on both the living and the undead, but never deigned to go so far as Putricide at the height of his insanity. They were simply finding a way to keep their people alive and their numbers growing without Arthas’ aid should he have died or abandoned them. And they had been close, too, before Icecrown was ransacked and Arthas was killed. The new Lich King had no love for any of the survivors of Icecrown Citadel’s fall, so whatever solution there could be was now completely up to you.

You had been a lab assistant before fleeing upon the arrival of the Ebon Blade and the Argent Crusade. This place had remained untouched; no one but the San’layn knew of this place, as its entrance was hidden to all but the eyes of those who created it. You poured through runed, leather-bound tomes, searching for what you knew was the culmination of your master’s research. A gasp escaped your mouth. There it was. The Ritual of Sanguine Reanimation.

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Darkness enveloped you as the last spark of life fizzled from your weak body. There was some kind of peace in it, the absolute quiet of eternal slumber. As your mind, or possibly your soul traversed through the Nether, you finally understood the meaning of silence. Nothing surrounded you, Nothing cradled you, Nothing encompassed your everything. Nothing was pierced by a radiating light. Nothing ceased to be as something entered the void and grabbed whatever form you embodied. As you were drawn closer to this light, you saw that it appeared to be a reflection of Azeroth. Before you could comprehend why you were seeing this, you were yanked through the frontier.

Your eyes flashed open. Wait - your eyes - you had eyes again. You were alive? How? No… something was wrong… something was different. You were so cold. You felt like a statue, and you could tell you were laid out on some sort of table.

Your senses came rushing back to you when a soft sobbing broke the silence that had dominated your world. You heard his voice, trembling and weak, muttering to himself.

“Please… gods damn you… work… WORK! What did I do wrong… what did I do wrong?! This should have worked!”

You heard the rustling of old, decrepit pages, a sound familiar to you because of your extensive time studying magic and lingering in the droll-as-ever Hall of the Guardian with the Kirin Tor.

You spoke, but your voice was not what you were expecting. You sounded almost the same as you had before… dying? Is that what happened? Regardless, your voice rang with a hollow echo, not unlike the San’layn who had bedded you. It rang with the echo of undeath.

“Am I… alive?”

You heard him gasp, and his gentle sobbing turned into an explosive fit of crying. You turned your head to look at him. You felt as if you were encased in stone. Knives, alchemical vials, scattered pages and leather-bound tomes surrounded him on his spot on the floor. He bounced to his feet, nearly tripping, and rushed over to you. His hands cupped your face, and he helped you sit up. You were on some sort of altar in the centre of a dark laboratory. You’d been to Icecrown Citadel so many times, yet never had you seen this place.

“I… I’m so sorry…” he began, sobs escaping his lips, “I… lost control.. You were gone… I- I didn’t know what else to do, I couldn’t just lose you…”

The weight of what he had done settled onto your mind. He had resurrected you. But he was no priest, nor was he the Lich King… were you… were you like him now?

“I’m sorry…” His voice trailed off and he began to sob violently. You put your arms around his convulsing form and pulled him close to you. In a strange turn, it was now you lifting him up, holding him close to your chest. You cooed, your soft voice echoing faintly, and you ran a hand through his long, silken white hair. Gods, your skin was so pale. You rocked back and forth as he shivered and sobbed. You had never felt so tender towards anyone, or anything really. Your heart no longer beat in your chest, but you felt an overwhelming sense of protectiveness for him. You were so strong now… even more so than before. Your crimson hair glared against the nearly translucent white sheen of your arms. He clutched a lock of your long hair as he pressed himself against you, his shaking becoming less intense. His tears streamed down your bare chest. A blanket had been draped over your lower body while you were dead. You wrapped him up in it. You swept your feet off the altar, and firmly stood up, cradling him in your arms. A strength flowed through you, strength unending and unimaginable. His weight was no burden to you whatsoever. You could get used to this…

You glided over to the edge of the room soundlessly, every step as graceful as that of a lynx. You pressed your back to the wall and eased yourself onto the floor. You leaned against the cold, steel wall. He was no longer crying in your arms. He looked up at you.

“Your eyes… they still glow with fire…” He whispered. His icy gaze locked into yours. A pained expression of guilt cut through his face. You wiped that stupid look off his face as you pressed your lips into his. You ran your hand through his soft, snow-coloured hair and cupped the back of his head. Your face still pressed against his, you withdrew only a sliver away from his lips to whisper in a soft, echoey voice:

“Don’t look so dismayed. This is more than I could have ever wanted…”

You lifted his chin and kissed him again. Oh, the possibilities of this new body. You couldn’t wait to see what lay ahead.

[mullet69-archive]

world of whorecraft