Would be a shame if we visited this link and acted in bad faith :/
Support the union, support the Alabama workers
What if it was Do It Without Dudes and just for lesbians
Sent em the cbt copy pasta from a Khum Inmihas
more like do it without dudes a website abolishing men
Pasta Time
In. Out.
Huffing. Puffing.
“Oh… Yes…”
The room was as hot and sweaty as it was dark. You could almost taste the sweat coming off their backs.
“Yes, Anakin, come closer…” moaned Sheev. “Good, Anakin, good.”
“I love you, Sheev.” groaned Anakin, breathing heavily.
“I love you too, Anakin. More than I love Democracy and the Republic.”
Anakin began to pound the old man even harder. “Now THIS is podracing!”
“You should try spinning, that’s a good trick!”
Before Anakin could follow Sheev’s suggestion, Obi-Wan came crashing down on top of him, stuck his weapon in, and started pounding away. “It’s over Anakin! I have the high ground.”
“Not if anything to say about it I have!” shouted Yoda as he leapt on top of Obi-Wan from the ceiling, ramming his twelve inches of olive-green steel into the bearded Jedi’s tight hyperdrive ring.
Several hot, sweaty, loud minutes passed, before the four men screamed out in ecstasy, and were suddenly silent. They squirted their midi-chlorian-rich man nectar™ into one another’s rectums, then rolled over onto the large, silk-sheeted bed, panting heavily.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the doorway. It was Mace Windu, wearing nothing but a towel. “In the name of the Galactic Senate of the Repub… oh come on, don’t tell me I missed it again!” he whined.
Sheev, still catching his breath from the raucous sex that he’d just had, flolloped over on to his side to face him. “Master Windu. I take it you’re here for the orgy. I must say you’re here later than expected…”
Still slightly cum-drunk, Anakin rolled over lazily, before calmly declaring “This party’s over.”
THE END.
