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Granted but you are simply the god of toast. You can summon toast and toast may do your bidding, unfortunately toast cannot do someone's bidding. Your blandness will know no bounds. I wish a had a super tasty sandwhich that is 100% safe to eat and is in no way disgusting. (Just really hungry right now.)

Hmmm... how about this? If someone don’t join by tomorrow or create and post their character then we’ll continue on with the story, other can join later on when they feel like.

Roll over and take the whole blanket.

Granted but it never wants to play. I wish I had some rice candy.

Granted Ute it will only serve to move objects to float in the one spot you least desire it. i wish I could draw portraits.

It was unfortunate, but Izanagi could tell that his attempt on making his friend feel better wasn't working. Izanagi never considered himself really good at dealing with feelings, so it wasn't really a surprise. Still, he wish he could do something about it. On the other hand, Izanagi also knew better than to try and push the subject. He knew that no good could come out of doing so, which is why he decided to leave it be for now. If Deadrin deacided to talk about later, then fine. Otherwise... he wouldn't bring that up again. After all, he also doesn't like when people bring up boring or unnecessary topics to talk about, which is also another

Slowly glide my hand down his naked body tugging the covers lower until I find his manhood, wrap it gently in slender fingers and slide my hand up and down the smooth skin until he's fully at attention, then crawl between his legs and lean forward until my mouth hovered millimeters from his head, breath warm on the tip, eyes locked on his... the use it as a microphone and sing him a song.

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Granted, but now you're developing an unbearable one on him instead. I wish my mother would stop asking me when I'm going to get married.

Amidst the suppressed and open moans of all her sisters in war, Elaine-114 slowly began to awake. Thawing out to the various foreign sounds her cryopod cracked open, and lifted up to free her. Warm air washed over the cold to flush it away, blood circulating again as she stumbled forward. Hands gripping onto the sides of the pod with light pants rolling out of her body, something certainly felt wrong as the haze over her mind dissipated. "Well, this is different..." She muttered to herself as a heat grew in her core, bringing her concentration away from her fingers to other parts of her body. Completely out of the blue and uncontrolled,

sexual violation

Granted but it is stuck in the hair around a rabid raccoon's butthole. I wish I had something delicious to eat.