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What “Netflix and chill” really mean🥵😮💨
She would do it for anybody, but she had her favorites and she would put in the extra effort to please them.
OMG, her ass will be bruised for weeks. What an intensive paddling
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I asked the wise man if it was okay to start over after thirty. As if life had an expiration date. As if dreams came with a deadline. As if the soul knew what a calendar was. He didn’t laugh. He didn’t judge the fear behind the question. He simply reminded me of something we all forget: Time does not own you. Fear does. We are taught that certain chapters must be finished by a certain age. That by thirty, we should already know who we are, what we want, and how the story ends. But life was never meant to be linear. It is circular. It repeats lessons until we are ready to learn them. Starting over is not failure. It is courage showing up late — but right on time. Some people bloom at twenty. Some at forty. Some at sixty. And some carry seeds their entire lives until the soil is finally right. The reset button was never removed. It was just hidden beneath fear, shame, and comparison. As long as you are breathing, you are allowed to change your mind. To choose differently. To walk away. To begin again. The world will try to convince you that it’s too late. That you missed your chance. That you should settle for less because time is running out. But wisdom whispers the opposite: You are still here. Which means the story is still being written. Until death removes you from this world, you are not finished. You are not late. You are not behind. You are simply in the middle of becoming. And sometimes, the most powerful thing a person can do is look at their life — and press reset without apology.🖤
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"Southern Comforts," (1971) - (A short segment of the movie featuring the beauty contest).
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This is the story of a poor Boer girl who had a date with a man on Tinder. She wanted to be fucked in the ass for the first time, but was understandably worried about whether it would hurt. Her own husband had refused because it was sodomy and against their religious laws. Alison had already tried many things: a small dildo in her bottom, and she had also tried larger things, such as a corn cob. But now she wanted to have a man take it up her ass for real. They met at a guesthouse near Kyalami and planned to spend the weekend there. Alison was very excited and nervous. When they met, she found the man very attractive, but was horrified by his proposal because he had an enema device with him, which he wanted to use to clean her bowels beforehand. She didn't want this, but he stuck to his suggestion and gave her a few strokes on her bottom - this was nothing new for her, as her husband regularly spanked her. So she complied with his wishes and lay down on the bed, sticking her bottom out wide. First there was a hearty rubdown, which warmed her ass thoroughly. And then he made it happen: he prepared the enema (afterwards she even found out that he had also pissed in the container) and a short time later she felt the nozzle enter her tight and unprepared sphincter. She breathed heavily, but then tried to relax. She was supposed to take at least 25 fl oz even though the container held over 33 fl oz. She felt her bowels, she felt the water making its way into her bowels and she felt an increasing pressure that caused cramps as if she was about to poop. But the man made no effort to release her and did not stop the enema. After long minutes, when he finally announced that she had enough water in her ass, he carefully pulled the enema cannula out of her butthole. Then he told Alison to squeeze her bottom very tightly to avoid a mess of water and poo on the bed and in the room. She was to let the enema work for 15 minutes before she was allowed to go to the toilet. During this time, she struggled with her asshole to ensure that no liquid squirted out. She couldn't think straight because the cramps in her bowels demanded great control. However, she finally realized that she had to relieve herself in front of the stranger, as the toilet - as is often the case in South African guesthouses - was not particularly separated. Finally the time had come - it seemed to her as if it had been hours instead of the allotted 15 minutes. On unsteady legs, her ass cheeks still pinched together, the man led her to the toilet, and finally, she was allowed to sit on the toilet bowl. She was so embarrassed and mortified, but only for a short time. Without any physical control over her sphincter, the enema mess shot out of her widened pucker: spluttering, farting, and squirting. She was extremely embarrassed, but at the same time, she felt incredibly relieved. She was allowed to squat in this humiliating position on the bowl for a while longer. Then the man helped her into the shower and spread her buttocks to rinse her clean. It was over - at least part one. Afterwards, she had to lie on the bed in the doggy position - ass-up with wide-spread ass cheeks. The stranger made her asshole even smoother with a lubricant and finally penetrated her with his thick boner. She yelped, both in pain and in pleasure. As she relaxed and surrendered more and more to the unfamiliar pleasure, the man fucked her ass even deeper until after several thrusts, he moaned loudly and exploded, squirting his hot load deep into her bowels.
She needed to be taught a very severe lesson