This. Normies can’t understand the thrill of pinning the dragon. Night spent chasing an over amphetamined Kson around the bean bag forts. Her squealing and gibbering, pouring sweat and on the verge of seizing. Your friends build up an intoxicating, delerious state with Norito chantings at the sidelines, hitting the Kson-toy with brooms if she tries to escape. Gunrun would be giggling and laughing as the waves of methamphetamine pleasure seem to harmonize with the droning oriental verses. He runs through the bean bag maze fat and portly, with his viagra powered penis a driving rod for the dragon. Sweat gushing down his face around his unfocused eyes he laughs and chortles until he gasps “Found you!” . The Otakudragon screeches defensively but Gunrun Funrun is upon her in seconds. His penis thrusting blindly into her flank, leg, stomach and ribs unconcerned about anything but the motion. Eventually serendipity finds her mouth and the Cocktube dragon is placated, suckling contently on Gunrun’s dehydrated dick.
