Raeden?! Why? Didn't those steamy nights of you sending me hot cat-girl softcore porno mean anything to you? My body is still recovering from the wild nights you gave me.
As I sat there, grasping my male influence alone, you showed up. It was you who slipped me in the world of pinky-kinky-slinky galore. Dumbfounded, my jaw broke, drool everywhere. You left me not a man, but a thing of urges. Urges that kindle a wild, pulsating spirit. As my saliva lubricated my passion, the distant echoes of ~Nya-nya~ filled the room. You sent me images of fictitious characters dripping in their own sexual furry-slurry. It was my tongue that tasted, and ever do I want more.
So let's stop the fighting, and let's just get vulnerable for a few hours at the naked pirate social, shall we?