April Lon Gon - Former tard wrangler of Spoony, future Bethesda C&D target

[mad bum]

We're going to need a carl thread at this rate.

[Guest]

"Booty Computer" and "Jizz Circuits"

Carl really is a treasure.

April should let him jack off on her face.

[mad bum]

I like how this chel chick doesn't even like the posts he does.

[rabidtictac]

I like how this chel chick doesn't even like the posts he does.

99% of Carl's posts get either no likes or a few likes from accounts with no profile picture aka probably bots.

Carl thirstposts so many times a day, but all the whores he posts @ ignore him. Why? They know a cuck when they see one. Maybe if he had money, some of them would respond back.

[wulfenlord]

Why thank you Carl, now I have the mental image of your lardass thirsting to lick Spoonys protein off the face of a 35 year old orc...

[Keith Chegwin]

Fucking lord...

[Guest]

I like how this chel chick doesn't even like the posts he does.

99% of Carl's posts get either no likes or a few likes from accounts with no profile picture aka probably bots.

Carl thirstposts so many times a day, but all the whores he posts @ ignore him. Why? They know a cuck when they see one. Maybe if he had money, some of them would respond back.

Even camwhores don't want to debase themselves for Carl. The man is the living incarnation of cringe.

[pibbs]

Y'all need to make a Carl thread. He's talked about more than anyone else on DHI

[Guest]

There's an off chance Carl could have a massive horse cock and he's just too autistic to do anything with it. Come on April, you do fuck all else all day, why don't you ask Carl and try it out?

[wulfenlord]

The build-up has been near unbearable for Carl, but he would not fail this, not after all the purchases from her Etsy shop and the pants he gifted his master.

I have no idea what it is you imply, master. I am but a poor Argonian maid. - she croaked over the private Skype conversation. He could only imagine how wet her ripe and cavernous cave must be. He adjusted his webcam, to make sure that his nether region was prominently displayed.

S-s-so you are, my dumpling. And a good one at that. Such strong legs and sh-shapely tail. He stammered and hated himself for it. He practised this for a long time in his imagination and always had the hope that he would recite everything perfect.

April was not hindered by his poor performance, clearly she was in her own fantasy, his presence merely a vehicle, though she could not help but feel flattered that he suggested this roleplay. You embarrass me, sir! - she pouted, wriggling her cellulite in front of the camera, lizard buttplug wagging.

It took him a titanic amount not to spray his seed all over his monitor just from that alone, only his yearlong pornographic desensitization prevented a mess, he would enjoy this session and make it last for her. He could hear a groan in the background, invisible, watchful, Noah was stroking lazily, unable to get hard, though glad he did not have to think of a birthday present, or having to endure this himself. Carl was always helpful. Maybe he should add new items to his wishlist...