Zweetreet

deo

pampers

schuif je dan ook je vinger er een beetje tussen

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Op donderdag 7 mei 2015 19:27 schreef Fushia2 het volgende:

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Ook al gebruikt, een rol. Kreeg ik een schrale anus van een allemaal haartjes op die rol.

ah ja ! vervelend man.

ik heb zelf met warm weer last van papier machee tussen de billen na een flinke poepsessie.

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Op donderdag 7 mei 2015 19:31 schreef Fushia2 het volgende:

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Enkel tijdens het pijpen door een vrouw

oke ja ik vind het dan fijn mijn vochtige vinger langs mijn wangen te strijken en dan buiten in de wind voelt beetje koud maar fijn weenie

Lekker afpoeieren...dat helpt

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Op donderdag 7 mei 2015 19:26 schreef Speedwave het volgende:
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Hahahaha.

Heb er ook last van TS. Ook van een zweetrug. Ik let er op dat ik niet te hard fiets en ik kleed me niet (te) warm, dat helpt meestal wel.

Volgens mij hebben alle mannen dat me vriend zegt sat ook altijd

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Op donderdag 7 mei 2015 20:15 schreef Kaptali het volgende:

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Hahahaha.

Heb er ook last van TS. Ook van een zweetrug. Ik let er op dat ik niet te hard fiets en ik kleed me niet (te) warm, dat helpt meestal wel.

zweetreet ok, maar een vies bezwete rug .. bah!!

Stink zweetreet

Alleen flikkertjes hebben dit

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Op donderdag 7 mei 2015 21:40 schreef Thezappa het volgende:
Alleen flikkertjes hebben dit

Zat laatst lekker op m'n dooie gemakje wat porn te kijken en lekker te sjorren, toen ik opstond zat er op de bank ook zo'n lekkere zweetkont streep

Nog meer om schoon te maken

Zwetende vrouwenbipsen

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Op vrijdag 8 mei 2015 09:45 schreef 2NutZ het volgende:
Zwetende vrouwenbipsen

Vrouwenbipsen

zwetende billen bij fitness chicks

lekker

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Op zondag 10 mei 2015 02:42 schreef kaulopopo het volgende:
zwetende billen bij fitness chicks

Lekkende anus.

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Op donderdag 7 mei 2015 21:40 schreef Thezappa het volgende:
Alleen flikkertjes hebben dit

Frank Zappa is gay

Ik lad Zweetteef

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Op zondag 10 mei 2015 03:22 schreef Homijn het volgende:
Waarom klikte ik dit topic aan?
Hoe krijg ik deze halve minuut van mijn leven ooit nog terug?

Ik vind het erger dat Fushia2 hier vertelt hoe zijn reet eruitziet.

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Op donderdag 7 mei 2015 19:26 schreef Speedwave het volgende:
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Is dit niet een beetje een lemming van remlof's plakzak topic?

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Op zondag 10 mei 2015 03:27 schreef KillemWieft het volgende:

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Lekkende anus.

zou likken

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Op zaterdag 16 mei 2015 00:57 schreef kaulopopo het volgende:

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zou likken

Heel goeie kick!!

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Op zaterdag 16 mei 2015 01:06 schreef noodgang het volgende:

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Heel goeie kick!!

Is gewoon een antwoord anders?? Probleem mee??

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Op zaterdag 16 mei 2015 01:08 schreef kaulopopo het volgende:

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Is gewoon een antwoord anders?? Probleem mee??

jep

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Op zaterdag 16 mei 2015 01:10 schreef noodgang het volgende:

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jep

beter ga je weg je wilt me niet boos hebben vriend

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Op zaterdag 16 mei 2015 01:12 schreef kaulopopo het volgende:

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beter ga je weg je wilt me niet boos hebben vriend

Oké, ik ben al weg
Stel je voor

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Op zaterdag 16 mei 2015 01:13 schreef noodgang het volgende:

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Oké, ik ben al weg
Stel je voor

k doei

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Op zaterdag 16 mei 2015 01:13 schreef noodgang het volgende:

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Oké, ik ben al weg
Stel je voor

*pok pok pôôôk*

Oeps, ik ben er nog

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Op zaterdag 16 mei 2015 01:16 schreef noodgang het volgende:
Oeps, ik ben er nog

opbokken kneus dikke maagd

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Op zaterdag 16 mei 2015 01:16 schreef melissa_girl_1998 het volgende:

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opbokken kneus dikke maagd

Oké

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Op zaterdag 16 mei 2015 01:16 schreef noodgang het volgende:
Oeps, ik ben er nog

Nu heeft mijn vorige post geen nut meer.

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Op zaterdag 16 mei 2015 01:16 schreef 2dope het volgende:

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Nu heeft mijn vorige post geen nut meer.

Excuses, was redelijk tegelijkertijd!

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Op donderdag 7 mei 2015 19:25 schreef Fushia2 het volgende:
mijn reet scheren heb ik 1x gedaan en is fucking veel werk en na een dag jeukt het als de tering

I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble ****ting.

No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my butt-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my buttcheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold.

I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.

I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my butt of hair. Occasionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My butt was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.

Little did I know.

I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two buttcheaks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.

Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic poo- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky ****/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.

Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my butt off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering ****/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my butt cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own ****blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks."

Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my butt at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for butt-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my buttcheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.

As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your butt having the texture of a Brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.

Guys, DON'T SHAVE YOUR BUTT-HAIR!

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Op zaterdag 16 mei 2015 01:19 schreef Deshain het volgende:

Zo'n nasty verhaal dit. Wel classic.

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Op zaterdag 16 mei 2015 01:19 schreef Deshain het volgende:

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I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble ****ting.

No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my butt-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my buttcheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold.

I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.

I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my butt of hair. Occasionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My butt was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.

Little did I know.

I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two buttcheaks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.

Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic poo- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky ****/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.

Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my butt off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering ****/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my butt cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own ****blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks."

Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my butt at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for butt-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my buttcheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.

As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your butt having the texture of a Brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.

Guys, DON'T SHAVE YOUR BUTT-HAIR!

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Op zaterdag 16 mei 2015 01:26 schreef quirina het volgende:

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Know your classics!

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Op zaterdag 16 mei 2015 01:19 schreef Deshain het volgende:

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Toen ik die tekst jaren geleden voor het eerst las, ging ik helemaal stuk. En nu weer

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Op zaterdag 16 mei 2015 02:38 schreef Stokken_en_stenen het volgende:

Big Black - Man-Pon

Dit is naaaaaaaaasty...

Vrouwen met een zweetreet die hun gedragen slipjes verkopen

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Op zaterdag 16 mei 2015 12:47 schreef NotYou het volgende:
Vrouwen met een zweetreet die hun gedragen slipjes verkopen

Ik heb eerlijk gezegd nog nooit een vrouw met een zweetreet gezien.

Tenalady gebruiken.

Gaat het ook stinken

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Op zaterdag 16 mei 2015 02:36 schreef NoBody122 het volgende:

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Toen ik die tekst jaren geleden voor het eerst las, ging ik helemaal stuk. En nu weer

Idd, deze en seven legged spider blijf ik om lachen.