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Hi, I’m looking for all the BBC’s in Toronto that want to take part/help me with my epic fantasy/goal.

I want to get my tight virgin white boy body barebacked gangbanged by a group of well hung huge BBC’s non stop for a entire weekend (meaning starting friday night and not ending until sunday night) the BBC’s will not have any limits, do what you want and use me however you feel like. I want the BBC’s to break in and stretch my virgin holes as hard as they want, actually the more painful you make it for me the hornier you will make me.

 

I don’t want the weekend to end until every ounce of boyhood is brutally and painfully fucked out of me, and I am fully feminized into a white BBC addicted sissy slut.

 

here is a pic of my white boy bum that I want turned into a BBC craving boi pussy. I want It left gaping and winking at the end of the weekend

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