Beaver thanksgiving

Beavers make a terrible mascot for Thanksgiving because I try to eat as much beaver as possible before I stuff it.

I could eat beaver

I would literally never stop trying to impregnate you. Every day I would wake you up by coming inside of you and every night I would c*m in you right before going to sleep, which I would do with my peepee stuck inside you. I would take some viagra before bed just to maintain my erection so that you'll be ready in the morning when I thrust into you like an animal and slather you in kisses. Part of our wedding vows would be to have as many children as physically possible. I wouldn't even care if you're already pregnant, I'll frick you while you're pregnant and you'll get double pregnant. I'll fill you with so much c*m every day that you'll look pregnant even when you're not (which you'll never be after we're married) I would do everything in my power to make you as fertile as possible. I'd give you fertility drugs, I'd give you prostate massages, breast massages, I wouldn't let you go 12 hours without at least one spastic orgasm. I'll even bake you home made lactation inducing biscuits to help you get to a point of hyperlactation syndrome so that you'll be seeping out multiple quarts of milk per day.

Snapshots:

• ghostarchive.org

• archive.org

• archive.ph (click to archive)