Yara Yassine, NU POGODI!

master beeldende kunsten
vrije kunsten
Mentoren / Mentors:
Bryana Fritz
Henry Andersen
Paul Casaer
Lars Kwakkenbos

You’re running in a field. You’re huffing and puffing, you’re practically wheezing. Your short legs are starting to cramp up. You trip and OH- he’s there!!!! Behind you!!! You land on your stomach. You’re resting in grass waiting for the aggressor to attack. Your head is spinning and you start to forget why you were running in the first place. You see them approach you by their growing shadow. You feel their hands on your fragile back. They caress you and you surrender. You clench your eyes shut and unclench your tight little asshole.


Something warm is inserted between your posterior. The pressure of the mickey is too high and you can’t breathe, your eyes are watering from pure ecstasy.


Oh, Wolf, just don’t break me in two, you know I’m not a toy made of wool. If only you knew how my longing is stronger than my contempt…. But you treat me like manure! I’m not just some hand puppet that you can throw around. I wished you held me in high regard, but I just-



(shut up, hare, I’m trying to cum here)