I don't want to be the guy being princess carried....

I don't want to be the guy being princess carried....

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  1. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    you'd rather be ted cruz?

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      >He doesn't do Carrying Blacks 3x12 for maximum white mans burden fueled gains

  2. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    I've heard of saving a buck, but this is ridiculous!

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      leld

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      Good one

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous
  3. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    Black man couldn't get his Js wet. Real homies know what's up. Whiteboi carry that black king through the water. These 500 dollar shoes worth more than your Walmart boots

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      >Black man couldn't get his Js wet
      Those look like Skechers

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      in other news at 9, blacks are more worried about their shoes than beverly hills bawds. i think i speak for all of us when i say, we should embrace their new role as the pretty pink princesses of the world. after all them bucks gotta get broken eventually

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      Real shit my homie

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      That's what was actually meant when Moses parted the sea

  4. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    What about being KANG carried by a friend?

  5. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    He's just protecting his BBB (big black bussy)

  6. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    I do, let the chud do the work

  7. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    NAh blacks zesty as hell getting princess carried like that personally I wouldn't tolerate that.

  8. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    I do declare, this right heayah is one PRETTY little Southern Belle (male)

  9. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    Fuuuuck this pic brings back memories.

    Two summers ago I was canoeing back with a load of groceries when I tied off to the house boat and quietly hopped aboard. My wife wasn’t expecting me back until later in the afternoon so I wanted to sneak up and give her a scare for fun. But I suddenly noticed a tricked out seadoo tied to the starboard side of our boat. “What in tarnation” I said as I read the sticker proclaiming “homie of da Sea” on the vessel.

    I gently opened the door and heard my wife moaning and a deep voice plainly stating “take that giant sea cucumber you frickin’ seahag, take it until your full to the gunwales.” I walked to the helm and saw a tall, muscular, swarthy saltcoon doing the unspeakable with my sweet wife.

    “You fricking landlubber son of a prostitute, I’ll keel haul ye for this dirty slight!” I cried as the two jumped in shock. My wife stuttered muttering about being out in the doldrums and needing a tow back to shore. The man just stood there knowing he was caught and watching the boat hook I gripped in my tanned hands. I lifted the hook with my windburn, sinewy arms and said “prepare to walk the plank you dastardly jigaboo, or are ye man enough to fight?” Instead of keeping his eyes down he stared at me directly with his chin up and a look of defiance.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      “Well, well, well, I know what we have here, an unbroken buck needing a lesson in the etiquette of the sea!” I hollered and leaped on the blackie and had him tied with the halyard before he could so much as sucker punch me, as they are likely to do. Within minutes I was balls deep in his dark taut arse, my vaselined dong stretching his o-ring to unprecedented limits of its elasticity. He knew he was beat but had one more fit of defiance as he bucked and bucked like the best of them. I put a lifebuoy around his neck and held on as tight as I could while his bucking churned my loins like the most violent of sea storms. “Batten ye hatches, this mate’s erupting!” I shouted as I unleashed wave after wave of creamy jetsam into this dirty pirate’s turdcutter.

      My wife watched with amazement as she saw her strong man thoroughly dominate and plunder her villain lover’s booty. I could see in her eyes she was wetter than a jellyfish’s boots but I couldn’t quell Poseidon’s rage before teaching her a lesson.

      “Scrub me poop deck!” I commanded as the utterly broken and dejected buck proceeded to kneel down and suck my rigid cutlass. “Blow me down ye scallywag” as my cannon was polished with professional courtesy. When ready I bent my dear wench over the port gunwale and gave it to her with everything I had, a fathom deep in her arse if it was an inch. I shot another load in her and almost collapsed, panting and content.

      I scuttled the buck’s seadoo and marooned him on a nearby island. He was so broken he didn’t so much as protest, he knew he was broke and broke good.

      When I returned the house boat to the rental place a few days later the owner asked if I had a nice romantic time out on the lake. I looked sideways at my wife and said we had some trouble on the water but nothing so broke that couldn’t be fixed, then my wife and I laughed and held each other as the owner awkwardly smiled.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      “Well, well, well, I know what we have here, an unbroken buck needing a lesson in the etiquette of the sea!” I hollered and leaped on the blackie and had him tied with the halyard before he could so much as sucker punch me, as they are likely to do. Within minutes I was balls deep in his dark taut arse, my vaselined dong stretching his o-ring to unprecedented limits of its elasticity. He knew he was beat but had one more fit of defiance as he bucked and bucked like the best of them. I put a lifebuoy around his neck and held on as tight as I could while his bucking churned my loins like the most violent of sea storms. “Batten ye hatches, this mate’s erupting!” I shouted as I unleashed wave after wave of creamy jetsam into this dirty pirate’s turdcutter.

      My wife watched with amazement as she saw her strong man thoroughly dominate and plunder her villain lover’s booty. I could see in her eyes she was wetter than a jellyfish’s boots but I couldn’t quell Poseidon’s rage before teaching her a lesson.

      “Scrub me poop deck!” I commanded as the utterly broken and dejected buck proceeded to kneel down and suck my rigid cutlass. “Blow me down ye scallywag” as my cannon was polished with professional courtesy. When ready I bent my dear wench over the port gunwale and gave it to her with everything I had, a fathom deep in her arse if it was an inch. I shot another load in her and almost collapsed, panting and content.

      I scuttled the buck’s seadoo and marooned him on a nearby island. He was so broken he didn’t so much as protest, he knew he was broke and broke good.

      When I returned the house boat to the rental place a few days later the owner asked if I had a nice romantic time out on the lake. I looked sideways at my wife and said we had some trouble on the water but nothing so broke that couldn’t be fixed, then my wife and I laughed and held each other as the owner awkwardly smiled.

  10. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    He this grown ass man isn't walking on his own legs?

  11. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    yes this is why I weigh 285lbs and it's the only reason

  12. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    Homosexuals?

  13. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    oh god... not another one... when will brian's appetite for destruction be satiated

  14. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    >muh victim weight
    >starts powerlarding
    >drowns when too fat to be saved

  15. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    Me grabbing the most peculiar buck prior to the breaking

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