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Cyba'tte
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Ran into an old friend.
As always, he had to check if I’d “changed.”
The second he slid in, that familiar pressure hit from the inside.
Same rhythm, same force—filling me with the same load, the same smell, just as thick as ever.
Guess this is how we say hi. Nothing about him ever really changed.
December 31, 2025 at 6:10 PM
In Japan, we eat Toshikoshi Soba on New Year’s Eve. Its long shape symbolizes longevity, while its easy-to-break texture represents cutting off all the bad luck of the past year.

Ready to leave the baggage behind and start 2026 fresh.
And don't worry—the lewd content continues.

Happy New Year! 🍜✨
December 31, 2025 at 2:30 PM
He pressed his face into my sweat-drenched armpit, nose buried deep, taking in the stale, humid scent.
Then his tongue slid out, slow and deliberate, pressed flat as he began to lick, savoring the filth.
His breathing turned ragged, mouth falling open, and his cock swelled inside the metal cage.
December 31, 2025 at 11:57 AM
Bussying?
December 31, 2025 at 9:24 AM
The Doman Enclave carpenter was slick with sweat and dusted in sawdust, even his cock left filthy, heavy with the sour odor of fermented sweat and a sharp pissy bite that felt intoxicating.
When it finally came out, it was thick and gelatinous, a dense load that felt long-held, released all at once.
December 31, 2025 at 4:30 AM
At the mercy of a DDoS attack
December 30, 2025 at 3:27 PM
I knew he was packing heat, and I still ran my mouth with a casual “piece of cake.”
He didn’t ease me into it. He just pushed in, no pause, no mercy.
My bravado cracked into a raw wail as my body bent back under the pressure.
Turns out I was wrong. This isn’t a slice.
A WHOLE cake… with extra cream.
December 30, 2025 at 12:00 PM
He paid for two dancers’ worth of tips to turn the table into his private show.
He barked for me to wreck that bottom, yanking my tail hard whenever I went too deep.
“Let me see it,” he snapped, forcing a strict in-and-out so he could watch what his money bought, like an arrogant high roller.
December 30, 2025 at 9:00 AM
He always asks me not to wash before we meet.
Sweat-soaked soles, rank armpits, a dirty, steamy crotch, the sharp pissy edge clinging to my cock—every bit of it is exactly what he craves.
Staying this filthy takes patience on my part.
But pressed to my soles, tongue eager, that’s clearly his heaven.
December 30, 2025 at 6:06 AM
It's not like some president told us to, but even Japan's restaurant industry is rethinking paper straws.
Honestly, I never liked them either, lol.
December 30, 2025 at 3:57 AM
At Mosaic, two men leered at me, asking if I wanted their “hot cream.”
Before I could answer, they ripped my pants off.
They took turns using my mouth and my hole—like they needed a proper comparison.
Both ends got filled again and again, seed smeared over my lips and leaking thickly down my thighs.
December 29, 2025 at 11:02 PM
That short-tempered bastard flipped me onto my back and hauled my hips up, driving himself deep in a single, violent thrust.
No time to adjust. He just slammed in hard and fast, grinding his weight down, over and over.
All he cared about was hitting that deepest spot and dumping his load.
December 29, 2025 at 8:01 PM
I pushed into that massive, prize ass of his, and the well-used hole wrapped around me with perfect, elastic heat.
Every thrust drew a greedy squeeze, milking me without mercy.
When I bottomed out against his deepest spot, his moan broke sharp and loud—
he knew exactly what that place was for.
December 29, 2025 at 5:00 PM
How many men have passed through this narrow path?
They left it ravaged, spread wide, flooded with thick white sludge.
Each one carved his mark into me, deep and heavy, reeking of man.
And still, it never stays empty for long.
It’s only a matter of time before the next load settles inside again.
December 29, 2025 at 8:13 AM
So many good shows on over the holidays. Thick ones, hard ones, pulsing ones, musky ones, already leaking.
I didn’t even get the remote. The lineup kept switching on its own, channel after channel running through me.
In the end, I just hit record and let it all stream in—no censor, no limits.
December 29, 2025 at 4:33 AM
He was pinned to the floor, reduced to a perfect hole for the two of us to use.
Stretched open and fouled, that channel worked just the way we needed it to, taking smooth thrusts and clinging tight enough to draw more out of us.
In the end, it overflowed and gave out, breathing ragged and shallow.
December 29, 2025 at 1:29 AM
He pinned me against the wall and bred me, driving himself deep and hard.
Again and again, rough and relentless, he thrust and came, over and over, flooding my core.

Cum spills back out now, thick and messy, leaking from my hole, streaking down my cock and thighs in a raw, careless trail.
December 28, 2025 at 4:34 PM
He sat me down on his massive cock, thick as my own arm.
Stretched wide, bottoming out, his tip hammering deep inside me.
Hands on my head and knee, that satisfied look on his face as he thrust up, chasing the root.
I could only moan against his heavy, muscular chest, undone by the way he filled me.
December 28, 2025 at 12:06 PM
Describe your bluesky account in a single image
December 28, 2025 at 6:11 AM
Just as I was about to come, he took me deep, careful not to lose a single drop, his hand working my balls.

When I spilled hot seed into his mouth, he didn’t stop.
He kept sucking, drawing out every last bit, tapping the opening with his tongue before curling it around the tip to savor it.
December 28, 2025 at 5:05 AM
A hollow gap. Your work.
A hollow gap. Your filling, complete.

How much did you leave inside?
Did you breed me right?

A hollow gap. Proof you were here.
A hollow gap. Your effigy, left in my place.
December 28, 2025 at 2:05 AM
A regular at The Beehive, Grewenn loves paying extra to play.
He set me naked on the table, forced my legs wide, and worked his fingers inside until he found that firm little point.
Then he stayed there, pressing, sometimes slow and deliberate, playing with the hole, watching how my body reacted.
December 27, 2025 at 1:44 PM
Pre-cum: clear, slick, and spreads like a dream.

As for the scent, it’s a blur of sweat and a sharp hint of piss—the raw smell of him. The taste? Just salty enough from the perspiration to keep me hooked.

Found his weak spot, too. He loses it when I focus on his taint.
December 27, 2025 at 10:18 AM
Of course, he stayed deep inside. I wouldn’t let him pull out even for a second. He used my cock as his literal axis, skillfully rotating his body and grinding down while keeping his mouth locked on mine. Such a greedy, hungry boy... milking me for every last drop of seed until he’s satisfied.
December 27, 2025 at 7:00 AM
Sinnest night, sweaty night.
All is cum, all is brim.
Round yon boys, bun and cat,
Dirty pounding, raw and fat.
Cum in heavenly peace,
Deep in heavenly peace.
December 27, 2025 at 1:52 AM