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Anonymous
Why the fuck is every Mana cosplayer a girl? MANA IS A FUCKING DUDE. The next Mana cosplayer I see who does not have a penis I'm going to clothes-line in their Adam's Appleless throat. Fucking whores think they can play the best trap ever known. Who wants to fuck a vagina? And why the fuck do women always think that they know where they're going when I'm driving? The last bitch I knew, she kept telling me to turn at the wrong spots until I told her to shut up or I was turning the car around. So this bitch reaches over to me and takes my fingers and opens her mouth and shoves my fingers all the way to the back of her throat. She chokes and gags, but keeps her mouth sealed around my fingers until I hear the worst wretching sound I've ever heard a human emit in my life and a flood of purple-ish, partially chunky vomit sprays from her mouth all over the passenger window while she's trying to open it and vomit out of the window onto passing traffic. Her vomit faintly smells like peanuts and I get over my initial shock, asking her why her vomit is purple, but she is still busy vomiting. When the last chunk, which looks like a piece of left-over potato salad slides from between her lips, she sucks it back in, slurping it seductively as she tells me that it isn't her vomit that is purple, but her shit, and apparently she had sucked down a log and a few semi-solid nuggets before she left the house. I am completely disgusted by this, but am intruiged as to why she suddenly puts her hair into pigtails. She tells me that it's because it's the style, "when you're 11 years old".
>> Anonymous
I moved, continued to move around her, holding onto her skirt faster and faster as she chewed, gnashing and clawing at the fruit's rinds, devouring it as quickly as I spun around her body. I moved faster and faster as we rose, now above the clouds, above passing jets, my speed matched the velocity of our ascension. Slowly I began to see the progress of my work: her vagina, before hidden, now exposed itself, it's full form open and wet, hairless, wide open over the 360 radius of her waist.

I spun faster as we flew into the very stratosphere of the Earth. I reached quickly down to my pants and undid my belt and jeans, pushing my tight fitted, denim pants down past my legs to fall where they may over the surface of the planet. My cock stiffened as I continued to spin around her, her skin now 20 degrees hotter over the surface of her body with every slight increase in velocity of my spinning, the surface my cock began near drying and turning raw. She continued to devour my gift to her, savoring it's nourishing flesh for the coming energy burst I was about to deliver, until the last piece of the rind was torn apart by the inner movements of her mandibles. Her eyes closed and her head rose, she screamed out into the heavens and called me into her.
>> Anonymous
My cock shoved into her, into the ascending wind tunnel miles above the earth, with the force of 1000 speeding trains, from tip to the base as I thrust deeper, pushed against the edges of her 360 degree pussy. The wind picked up my balls and brushed them in 2 directions, causing my spinal nerves to contract and shove my arms out in the throws of ecstacy, our screams muffled by the rushing wind and the slow lack of oxygen as we pushed deeper past each layer of the sky.

"Mar-hrehawgh-rawg-rawg" were the sounds that emanated from her mandibles as she cried up into the heavens in utter, unrelenting pleasure. I spun and we rose deeper into the first reaches of space, a trail of tornado cloud brought up at our backside which covered the area of 3 city blocks. I looke down and I could see that hundreds of people had begun to be sucked into our vortex of utter passion, flailing wildy, some losing limbs, or smacking into each other with a wet crunch and sudden explosion of purple, red, and blue gore color. More and more, as I spun, fucking her waist, and we flew higher, people began exploding into each other, creating a beautiful monolith of color which broke around us like a fireworks display. We spun, fucking, screaming out into the very reaches of space and time. Until that very moment, in the instant the world beared true witness to our violent, beautiful display.
>> Anonymous
My cum shot from my cock like waterfall of white melted chalk into my 11 year old lover's middriff, wrapping her body like a hoola-hoop, shooting out in spasms until the both of us were covered in it like a fly caught in a bubble of dressing, the gravity of our spinning, gorey ascension caused the cum to float free into the sky all around us as we broke through space and entered Earth's orbit, taking with us half the population of mankind. We became encased in it, trapped in it, unable to breath, unable to move, as more and more cum surrounded us and sank into the depths of our very pores. Our bodies glew brighter and brighter with our spinning, we began to lose flesh, our limbs cut from our bones, the velocity of our ascension boiled our blood, we lost ourselves to the brink of our deaths, her Hello Kitty fingernails sliced and separated from her delicate, preteen fingers. In that moment, where time itself was no longer a fixed construct, when the glow of our spinning, rising, exploding bodies grew to the power of 2million suns, the sphere of cum which surrounded us stopped, we halted, for a moment completely still and silent. And it exploded with the force of 1 million hydrogen bombs, spreading out over the globe, covering the entire world's population, every creature, every living thing, in a sheathe of white hot preteen sex induced jizz.
>> Anonymous
And the world cracked under the weight of it. Crumbled. The two of us died. The world died. No living creature was left with the ability to ever live and flourish in this existence ever again. And I mean why the fuck do they always have to pick the same type? Blue Mana? Jesus, I mean come on, he was TONS of different styles. Gardenia was my personal favorite. Why the fuck doesn't anyone ever just wear one of his flowered dresses? Would it be too damn hard for you lazy ass women? God, I HATE fucking women Manas.
>> Anonymous
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared,
And said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel Air."

I whistled for a cab, and when it came near,
The license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror.
If anything I could say that this cat was rare,
But I thought "Nah forget it, Yo home to Bel Air."

I pulled up to the house about seven or eight,
and I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell ya later."
Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there,
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.