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John Marston. Sweet mother of god, those scars, those clothes, that scraggly hair, that gruff yet gentlemanly attitude, HNNNNNNNNGH. PLEASE JUST. JUST TAKE ME BEHIND A BARN OR SOMETHING.

The Lich King,
I want to trance the runes on your abnormally large cock sensually with my tongue. Please, rub your Frostmourne all over my tits while you spank me hard with your hard, cold gauntlet.
I want to rim your sweet sphincter whilst you scream out loud for more, begging in your deep rape voice. Your icicle jizz is so fucking cold it causes winter in my ovaries.
I want my long blood-elf eyebrows twirled around your hawt cawk. I want to swim in your long luscious hair like it’s a river of your frosty cum.
I don’t even care that you are dead and enormous. Call me a necrophiliac but i’ll spread myself wide to take your huge girth in down deep inside.
I want you to bite hard on my nipples while I scream at you to stop but secretly want more. Yell abuse, tell me you’ll kill me or change me into one of you death knights.
I want you to call me a little dirty bitch while you shove your huge hawt cawk down my throat and don’t stop until I am leaking from both ends. You’ll smirk asking me if I want more before turning me around and thrusting into me hard from behind in the ass. You’ll grab onto my hair and make me arch back calling me a dirty slut before shoving your fingers into my pussy. You’ll pinch my clit hard as you force me to sit up and ride you like a blue hawkstrider.
Slowly, you push two fingers into me, then three and I am screaming at you to stop while you laugh darkly in that evil voice of yours as you add another. As you finally get the whole fist in, I finally pass out from the sheer force of my orgasm. You laugh darkly as you cum deep inside my ass. END. OF.

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