“When you come home my world stops. Nothing else but you” Words from my angel boy yesterday I’m working a second job and he misses me so much He worships his Iranian man to the very limits He loves me to the very edge He is the moon I his Sun This is your goal, you batowhore!

I work such long hours these weeks that whole family takes care of me like a king The little cvnts should be like this all year! But your Bato is surrounded by naughty puppies, not servants 😡 I love how they take off my shoes, do massage, bring me things, I don’t lift a finger

Doll horny is not like Man horny For dolls it is like disease They crave c0ck so much they would even breed the brother Mind messed up No good decisions possible Men when horny simply look for a stupid hole Dolls are unsatisfied because they need MEN but they find losers

Men are animals Men are c0ck Men look for hole Men pump cum inside any hole When you meet the man Just be his doll If he is clumsy, help him feel invincible If little, guide him to your prostate If shy, make him feel at home But if he is strong and capable Die in his arms

The thing about the Iranian man is that he will impale you so deep and mishandle you so rough that you will moan things to him that would make Freud regret ever being born

Normalize greeting every Iranian like a king Serve him with all your heart Enjoy that first moment he notices you Rejoice if he ever speaks to you Make the world a better place Being a friend Being a servant Being a brother Being a cumdump Whatever he needs You give

I think we all just need to hear i love yous and i miss yous without needing to ask for it. Romantically or platonically Dolls too So if you are not ready to laugh and tickle and spend the pretty day with the doll, you better look for disposable subs Dolls are to be protected

Look: young Bato Early 20s World was mine. I bred widows in village. I bred men in nearby Tabriz I was friends with a beautiful boy from village He showed me the magical of life All was lost in a bloody way I can’t help but miss That young Bato who had the world in his hands

Being Iranian is crazy because the uglier you are the most white gheys yearn to worship you All women would turn away and yet white bunnies are there to lick your feet after the long day What is it, you doll, that makes you ready to leave it all for the ugly brute Iranian?

Tears Tears of joy. When the doll is fulfilled tears pouring his cute little face And tears of pain. Rough penetration or mishandling Tears when he opens his heart Tears when he begs you stay Tears to lick To kiss Doll’s tears are pure They fall for you Kiss them, drink them

Heat wave Two jobs The smell that comes when I lift my pits and remove my boots fries their brain Why come all to greets me after work? Remove work boots, massage feet. Take off socks On the outside a play But we all knew. Saw my hard on. Kept doing They touch One licked I cum

Break holes Break barriers Break fascists’ bones Break unjust laws Break mouth of Zios Break cliches Break toxic cycles Break hell loose But don’t break the heart of the doll Don’t be a cvnt

“Our first and last summer together We shared the passion till the end I found a friend I will remember I'll never feel the same again I hear the birds over and over The memories play on and on Then I hear you say As you drift away “You won’t forget about me as long as you live”

Yeah regular gheys out there are satisfied with some penetration But you don’t Why do you need to gag? Why do you need to choke? Why the smell of musk Why the roughness Battering Stepping on your face? Because you are a wh0re Cumdump Cony Disposable Accept Enjoy Go

When they discover how deeply wh0re they are That is a moment I love The face when they squirt for first time Piss flying around as I drill the spot The yearning for more spit on the face The strong choke my hand gives The urge to swallow my whole foot The addiction

Beauty fades But being a WH0RE lasts forever ❤️

You are sick if you find this handsome How can you be such a wet cumdump He is the ugly brute Yet you would leave it all You can’t control yourself Pure mental problem That you get weak When the giant calls So much hope your family had in you And you end up under those feet

When in doubt, get impaled by the Iranian Kurd Gentle heart Rough hands Resilience Bravery Kiss the ground he walks For he has fought battles Seen the struggles But keeps the strength To make you safe Cure his wounds Help him rest So he feels finally He reached home

Overload the puppy with musk, kisses He will follow Sex as dangling carrot Fry the brain with bear hugs Intimate nap Snoring softly Hard on against his back Rewire the puppy So no matter who is his boyfriend He will be your property And will yearn to be In your arms again

So much hope from your family So much promise To end up swallowing fluids of every migrant in town And the worst part is that you seem happy Somebody knocks the sense back into you!!! Are you going to spend your life under Iranian feet???? Of course you are!!!!! 💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼