Ten real submissions, 20 photos, and two videos that didn’t seem quite right. Names were omitted to protect the guilty.
Tying off your ball sack with your sunglass straps before painting her insides with your jelly. TFM.
What a lovely image.
So there I was, about to eat the booty like groceries, when I spread her cheeks and saw a marshland of hairs and Taco Bell residue. Needless to say, I’m transferring schools in the fall. TFM.
You sickos really have a way with words.
After your professor teaches literally any point to the class, just saying out loud, “Fucking nailed it bro! That’s why you’re the teacher.” TFM.
Teacher’s pet try-hard.
When you’re feeling on her thigh, but her sphincter starts to fly, diarrhea. TFM.
Don’t even start. Don’t do it.
When you’re about to cum, and she pulls out her thumb, diarrhea. TFM.
Son of a bitch.
When you’re chillin’ wit’ da frat, then you hear a big ol’ splat, diarrhea. TFM.
I hate you so much.
Having a panic attack if you see someone mismatching brands. A Polo shirt with Brooks Brothers shorts might kill me. TFM.
I hope it does. I hope it kills you.
Hanging your letters on the front of your parents’ house while living there over the summer. TFM.
Everyone in the neighborhood hates you and your entire family.
Helping your bro take a perfect pic of his frock to send to all his slams. TFM. #brotherhood #nofilter
It’s not gay; it’s brotherhood.
Being supportive of your LGBT bros, no matter who they bang (as long as they’re AT LEAST an 8.5 out of 10) TFM.
Forward thinking, yet superficial. An interesting mix.