Scootaloo

For those who missed it:
 
50 Shades of Oof
 
Moosty cuddled up onto Scootaloo’s bare shoulder. He could hear his steady breathing. He playfully stroked Scootaloo’s chest, relishing the overwhelming butt pleasure he had just experienced. Scootaloo had this magical way of reaching down deep inside of him and tickling his booty genitals.
 
“So Scoots,” Moosty whispered in the darkness. “You up for round two?”
 
“Give me another minute. I’m still trying to catch my breath.” Scootaloo sighed in between breaths of air.
“Oof.” Replied Moosty. He caressed Scootaloo’s inner thigh, just fascinating about the pleasure that awaited him.
 
Before he knew it, Scootaloo was back on top of Moosty, going to work with his luscious mouth. He tenderly kissed Moosty’s neck, breathed air into his ear, and ran his tongue down to his collar bone.
 
Instantly, Moosty’s magical meat-stick was at full attention. But before he could control his urges, Moosty found Scootaloo’s mouth enveloped around his danger. Moosty arched his back in pleasure as Scootaloo set to work. Not wanting to be outdone, Moosty slid his head up and under Scootaloo’s waist to engage in a good ole lickaroo of the poop chute.
 
Together they enjoyed the oral ecstasy. Scootaloo had this way of contracting his cheeks so that Moosty’s hard raging cock quivered in pleasure. Moosty’s tongue could cure colon cancer. Scootaloo grinded his fat white ass down on that magical tongue and moaned in pleasure.
 
Moosty saw that his love was also at full mast. He turned himself over and said “Alright baby. I’m ready for you. Scootaloo pls.”
 
Without hesitation, Scootaloo slid himself into Moosty. Deeper…deeper, until he could feel Moosty’s prostate pulsating against the head of his cock. With tender loving care, he slid himself back out and back in, teasing Moosty’s prostate. As he did so, Scootaloo reached around and took ahold of Moosty’s Man Wand and proceeded to massage it.
 
Moosty was in uncontrollable bliss. He quivered and repositioned himself so that Scootaloo could better penetrate his scrumptious ass. As he did, he found the pleasure to be completely overwhelming. He orgasmed into Scootaloo’s open hand. Over and over his dick spluttered, spewing thick, rich, creamy seed all over the place.
 
Scootaloo kept pumping. He hastened the pace at which he was making sweet man-love to Moosty’s poop chute. As he did, Moosty arched his back and cried in nirvana as even more seed released itself onto the bed. Scootaloo, still with a handful of cum, reached back and wiped it on his taint.
 
With an amazing speed, Scootaloo pumped away, as if he were drilling for oil. With one final good squeeze, he released his Scootagoo into Moosty’s underworld chasm.
 
Both Moosty and Scootaloo collapsed onto the bed, holding one another, breathing heavily from the sheer pleasure of it all. They held each other and stared into one another’s eyes. Neither spoke their love. It didn’t need to be said.
 
“Scootaloo,” Moosty finally gasped. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Scootaloo could tell Moosty was genuine. He knew the love there was paramount.
 
Suddenly, Moosty began to convulse violently. His stomach was doing flip-flops in his gut. His asshole had a strange burning sensation. He had contracted the Scootaflu.
 
“Oh no, Scootaloo!” He cried. “It’s happening again!”
 
Scootaloo was quick to react. Moosty flipped over and lay down on his stomach. Without hesitation, Scootaloo stuck his lips against Moosty’s cornhole and sucked out as much Scootagoo as he could. Moosty was horridly allergic to the Scootagoo.
 
“That was close!” Scootaloo said.
 
“Once again, I owe you my life.” Moosty said. “There’s nobody I trust more than you.”
 
“Well, Moosty,” Scootaloo replied. “I have something to tell you.”
 
“Oh?” Moosty said as he began to shit semen.
 
“Yeah, I’m not who you think I am.” Scootaloo said as he sat up, wiping butt glue from his fleshy fun bridge.
 
“I’m actually…” As Scootaloo said this, he removed the mask he had been wearing the whole time.
Bach was sitting in front of Moosty. Moosty was horrified to find his man-lover was actually his Division Manager.
 
“I just had to taste that forbidden fruit for myself.” Bach said. “I hope you can forgive me for my treachery, Moosty.”
 
Moosty sat in a horrid silence.
 
“Well, SAY SOMETHING.” Bach said. “Get mad, yell. SOMETHING!”
 
Moosty looked up at Bach. “I just have one question.”
 
“What is it?” Bach asked on fated breath. He hung by a thread, waiting for Moosty’s response.
 
“Can I have Admin now?”

For those who missed it:
 
50 Shades of Oof
 
Moosty cuddled up onto Scootaloo’s bare shoulder. He could hear his steady breathing. He playfully stroked Scootaloo’s chest, relishing the overwhelming butt pleasure he had just experienced. Scootaloo had this magical way of reaching down deep inside of him and tickling his booty genitals.
 
“So Scoots,” Moosty whispered in the darkness. “You up for round two?”
 
“Give me another minute. I’m still trying to catch my breath.” Scootaloo sighed in between breaths of air.
“Oof.” Replied Moosty. He caressed Scootaloo’s inner thigh, just fascinating about the pleasure that awaited him.
 
Before he knew it, Scootaloo was back on top of Moosty, going to work with his luscious mouth. He tenderly kissed Moosty’s neck, breathed air into his ear, and ran his tongue down to his collar bone.
 
Instantly, Moosty’s magical meat-stick was at full attention. But before he could control his urges, Moosty found Scootaloo’s mouth enveloped around his danger. Moosty arched his back in pleasure as Scootaloo set to work. Not wanting to be outdone, Moosty slid his head up and under Scootaloo’s waist to engage in a good ole lickaroo of the poop chute.
 
Together they enjoyed the oral ecstasy. Scootaloo had this way of contracting his cheeks so that Moosty’s hard raging cock quivered in pleasure. Moosty’s tongue could cure colon cancer. Scootaloo grinded his fat white ass down on that magical tongue and moaned in pleasure.
 
Moosty saw that his love was also at full mast. He turned himself over and said “Alright baby. I’m ready for you. Scootaloo pls.”
 
Without hesitation, Scootaloo slid himself into Moosty. Deeper…deeper, until he could feel Moosty’s prostate pulsating against the head of his cock. With tender loving care, he slid himself back out and back in, teasing Moosty’s prostate. As he did so, Scootaloo reached around and took ahold of Moosty’s Man Wand and proceeded to massage it.
 
Moosty was in uncontrollable bliss. He quivered and repositioned himself so that Scootaloo could better penetrate his scrumptious ass. As he did, he found the pleasure to be completely overwhelming. He orgasmed into Scootaloo’s open hand. Over and over his dick spluttered, spewing thick, rich, creamy seed all over the place.
 
Scootaloo kept pumping. He hastened the pace at which he was making sweet man-love to Moosty’s poop chute. As he did, Moosty arched his back and cried in nirvana as even more seed released itself onto the bed. Scootaloo, still with a handful of cum, reached back and wiped it on his taint.
 
With an amazing speed, Scootaloo pumped away, as if he were drilling for oil. With one final good squeeze, he released his Scootagoo into Moosty’s underworld chasm.
 
Both Moosty and Scootaloo collapsed onto the bed, holding one another, breathing heavily from the sheer pleasure of it all. They held each other and stared into one another’s eyes. Neither spoke their love. It didn’t need to be said.
 
“Scootaloo,” Moosty finally gasped. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Scootaloo could tell Moosty was genuine. He knew the love there was paramount.
 
Suddenly, Moosty began to convulse violently. His stomach was doing flip-flops in his gut. His asshole had a strange burning sensation. He had contracted the Scootaflu.
 
“Oh no, Scootaloo!” He cried. “It’s happening again!”
 
Scootaloo was quick to react. Moosty flipped over and lay down on his stomach. Without hesitation, Scootaloo stuck his lips against Moosty’s cornhole and sucked out as much Scootagoo as he could. Moosty was horridly allergic to the Scootagoo.
 
“That was close!” Scootaloo said.
 
“Once again, I owe you my life.” Moosty said. “There’s nobody I trust more than you.”
 
“Well, Moosty,” Scootaloo replied. “I have something to tell you.”
 
“Oh?” Moosty said as he began to shit semen.
 
“Yeah, I’m not who you think I am.” Scootaloo said as he sat up, wiping butt glue from his fleshy fun bridge.
 
“I’m actually…” As Scootaloo said this, he removed the mask he had been wearing the whole time.
Bach was sitting in front of Moosty. Moosty was horrified to find his man-lover was actually his Division Manager.
 
“I just had to taste that forbidden fruit for myself.” Bach said. “I hope you can forgive me for my treachery, Moosty.”
 
Moosty sat in a horrid silence.
 
“Well, SAY SOMETHING.” Bach said. “Get mad, yell. SOMETHING!”
 
Moosty looked up at Bach. “I just have one question.”
 
“What is it?” Bach asked on fated breath. He hung by a thread, waiting for Moosty’s response.
 
“Can I have Admin now?”

50 Shades of Oof
 
Moosty cuddled up onto Scootaloo’s bare shoulder. He could hear his steady breathing. He playfully stroked Scootaloo’s chest, relishing the overwhelming butt pleasure he had just experienced. Scootaloo had this magical way of reaching down deep inside of him and tickling his booty genitals.
 
“So Scoots,” Moosty whispered in the darkness. “You up for round two?”
 
“Give me another minute. I’m still trying to catch my breath.” Scootaloo sighed in between breaths of air.
“Oof.” Replied Moosty. He caressed Scootaloo’s inner thigh, just fascinating about the pleasure that awaited him.
 
Before he knew it, Scootaloo was back on top of Moosty, going to work with his luscious mouth. He tenderly kissed Moosty’s neck, breathed air into his ear, and ran his tongue down to his collar bone.
 
Instantly, Moosty’s magical meat-stick was at full attention. But before he could control his urges, Moosty found Scootaloo’s mouth enveloped around his danger. Moosty arched his back in pleasure as Scootaloo set to work. Not wanting to be outdone, Moosty slid his head up and under Scootaloo’s waist to engage in a good ole lickaroo of the poop chute.
 
Together they enjoyed the oral ecstasy. Scootaloo had this way of contracting his cheeks so that Moosty’s hard raging cock quivered in pleasure. Moosty’s tongue could cure colon cancer. Scootaloo grinded his fat white ass down on that magical tongue and moaned in pleasure.
 
Moosty saw that his love was also at full mast. He turned himself over and said “Alright baby. I’m ready for you. Scootaloo pls.”
 
Without hesitation, Scootaloo slid himself into Moosty. Deeper…deeper, until he could feel Moosty’s prostate pulsating against the head of his cock. With tender loving care, he slid himself back out and back in, teasing Moosty’s prostate. As he did so, Scootaloo reached around and took ahold of Moosty’s Man Wand and proceeded to massage it.
 
Moosty was in uncontrollable bliss. He quivered and repositioned himself so that Scootaloo could better penetrate his scrumptious ass. As he did, he found the pleasure to be completely overwhelming. He orgasmed into Scootaloo’s open hand. Over and over his dick spluttered, spewing thick, rich, creamy seed all over the place.
 
Scootaloo kept pumping. He hastened the pace at which he was making sweet man-love to Moosty’s poop chute. As he did, Moosty arched his back and cried in nirvana as even more seed released itself onto the bed. Scootaloo, still with a handful of cum, reached back and wiped it on his taint.
 
With an amazing speed, Scootaloo pumped away, as if he were drilling for oil. With one final good squeeze, he released his Scootagoo into Moosty’s underworld chasm.
 
Both Moosty and Scootaloo collapsed onto the bed, holding one another, breathing heavily from the sheer pleasure of it all. They held each other and stared into one another’s eyes. Neither spoke their love. It didn’t need to be said.
 
“Scootaloo,” Moosty finally gasped. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Scootaloo could tell Moosty was genuine. He knew the love there was paramount.
 
Suddenly, Moosty began to convulse violently. His stomach was doing flip-flops in his gut. His asshole had a strange burning sensation. He had contracted the Scootaflu.
 
“Oh no, Scootaloo!” He cried. “It’s happening again!”
 
Scootaloo was quick to react. Moosty flipped over and lay down on his stomach. Without hesitation, Scootaloo stuck his lips against Moosty’s cornhole and sucked out as much Scootagoo as he could. Moosty was horridly allergic to the Scootagoo.
 
“That was close!” Scootaloo said.
 
“Once again, I owe you my life.” Moosty said. “There’s nobody I trust more than you.”
 
“Well, Moosty,” Scootaloo replied. “I have something to tell you.”
 
“Oh?” Moosty said as he began to shit semen.
 
“Yeah, I’m not who you think I am.” Scootaloo said as he sat up, wiping butt glue from his fleshy fun bridge.
 
“I’m actually…” As Scootaloo said this, he removed the mask he had been wearing the whole time.
Bach was sitting in front of Moosty. Moosty was horrified to find his man-lover was actually his Division Manager.
 
“I just had to taste that forbidden fruit for myself.” Bach said. “I hope you can forgive me for my treachery, Moosty.”
 
Moosty sat in a horrid silence.
 
“Well, SAY SOMETHING.” Bach said. “Get mad, yell. SOMETHING!”
 
Moosty looked up at Bach. “I just have one question.”
 
“What is it?” Bach asked on fated breath. He hung by a thread, waiting for Moosty’s response.
 
“Can I have Admin now?”

50 Shades of Oof
 
Moosty cuddled up onto Scootaloo’s bare shoulder. He could hear his steady breathing. He playfully stroked Scootaloo’s chest, relishing the overwhelming butt pleasure he had just experienced. Scootaloo had this magical way of reaching down deep inside of him and tickling his booty genitals.
 
“So Scoots,” Moosty whispered in the darkness. “You up for round two?”
 
“Give me another minute. I’m still trying to catch my breath.” Scootaloo sighed in between breaths of air.
“Oof.” Replied Moosty. He caressed Scootaloo’s inner thigh, just fascinating about the pleasure that awaited him.
 
Before he knew it, Scootaloo was back on top of Moosty, going to work with his luscious mouth. He tenderly kissed Moosty’s neck, breathed air into his ear, and ran his tongue down to his collar bone.
 
Instantly, Moosty’s magical meat-stick was at full attention. But before he could control his urges, Moosty found Scootaloo’s mouth enveloped around his danger. Moosty arched his back in pleasure as Scootaloo set to work. Not wanting to be outdone, Moosty slid his head up and under Scootaloo’s waist to engage in a good ole lickaroo of the poop chute.
 
Together they enjoyed the oral ecstasy. Scootaloo had this way of contracting his cheeks so that Moosty’s hard raging cock quivered in pleasure. Moosty’s tongue could cure colon cancer. Scootaloo grinded his fat white ass down on that magical tongue and moaned in pleasure.
 
Moosty saw that his love was also at full mast. He turned himself over and said “Alright baby. I’m ready for you. Scootaloo pls.”
 
Without hesitation, Scootaloo slid himself into Moosty. Deeper…deeper, until he could feel Moosty’s prostate pulsating against the head of his cock. With tender loving care, he slid himself back out and back in, teasing Moosty’s prostate. As he did so, Scootaloo reached around and took ahold of Moosty’s Man Wand and proceeded to massage it.
 
Moosty was in uncontrollable bliss. He quivered and repositioned himself so that Scootaloo could better penetrate his scrumptious ass. As he did, he found the pleasure to be completely overwhelming. He orgasmed into Scootaloo’s open hand. Over and over his dick spluttered, spewing thick, rich, creamy seed all over the place.
 
Scootaloo kept pumping. He hastened the pace at which he was making sweet man-love to Moosty’s poop chute. As he did, Moosty arched his back and cried in nirvana as even more seed released itself onto the bed. Scootaloo, still with a handful of cum, reached back and wiped it on his taint.
 
With an amazing speed, Scootaloo pumped away, as if he were drilling for oil. With one final good squeeze, he released his Scootagoo into Moosty’s underworld chasm.
 
Both Moosty and Scootaloo collapsed onto the bed, holding one another, breathing heavily from the sheer pleasure of it all. They held each other and stared into one another’s eyes. Neither spoke their love. It didn’t need to be said.
 
“Scootaloo,” Moosty finally gasped. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Scootaloo could tell Moosty was genuine. He knew the love there was paramount.
 
Suddenly, Moosty began to convulse violently. His stomach was doing flip-flops in his gut. His asshole had a strange burning sensation. He had contracted the Scootaflu.
 
“Oh no, Scootaloo!” He cried. “It’s happening again!”
 
Scootaloo was quick to react. Moosty flipped over and lay down on his stomach. Without hesitation, Scootaloo stuck his lips against Moosty’s cornhole and sucked out as much Scootagoo as he could. Moosty was horridly allergic to the Scootagoo.
 
“That was close!” Scootaloo said.
 
“Once again, I owe you my life.” Moosty said. “There’s nobody I trust more than you.”
 
“Well, Moosty,” Scootaloo replied. “I have something to tell you.”
 
“Oh?” Moosty said as he began to shit semen.
 
“Yeah, I’m not who you think I am.” Scootaloo said as he sat up, wiping butt glue from his fleshy fun bridge.
 
“I’m actually…” As Scootaloo said this, he removed the mask he had been wearing the whole time.
Bach was sitting in front of Moosty. Moosty was horrified to find his man-lover was actually his Division Manager.
 
“I just had to taste that forbidden fruit for myself.” Bach said. “I hope you can forgive me for my treachery, Moosty.”
 
Moosty sat in a horrid silence.
 
“Well, SAY SOMETHING.” Bach said. “Get mad, yell. SOMETHING!”
 
Moosty looked up at Bach. “I just have one question.”
 
“What is it?” Bach asked on fated breath. He hung by a thread, waiting for Moosty’s response.
 
“Can I have Admin now?”

50 Shades of Oof
 
Moosty cuddled up onto Scootaloo’s bare shoulder. He could hear his steady breathing. He playfully stroked Scootaloo’s chest, relishing the overwhelming butt pleasure he had just experienced. Scootaloo had this magical way of reaching down deep inside of him and tickling his booty genitals.
 
“So Scoots,” Moosty whispered in the darkness. “You up for round two?”
 
“Give me another minute. I’m still trying to catch my breath.” Scootaloo sighed in between breaths of air.
“Oof.” Replied Moosty. He caressed Scootaloo’s inner thigh, just fascinating about the pleasure that awaited him.
 
Before he knew it, Scootaloo was back on top of Moosty, going to work with his luscious mouth. He tenderly kissed Moosty’s neck, breathed air into his ear, and ran his tongue down to his collar bone.
 
Instantly, Moosty’s magical meat-stick was at full attention. But before he could control his urges, Moosty found Scootaloo’s mouth enveloped around his danger. Moosty arched his back in pleasure as Scootaloo set to work. Not wanting to be outdone, Moosty slid his head up and under Scootaloo’s waist to engage in a good ole lickaroo of the poop chute.
 
Together they enjoyed the oral ecstasy. Scootaloo had this way of contracting his cheeks so that Moosty’s hard raging cock quivered in pleasure. Moosty’s tongue could cure colon cancer. Scootaloo grinded his fat white ass down on that magical tongue and moaned in pleasure.
 
Moosty saw that his love was also at full mast. He turned himself over and said “Alright baby. I’m ready for you. Scootaloo pls.”
 
Without hesitation, Scootaloo slid himself into Moosty. Deeper…deeper, until he could feel Moosty’s prostate pulsating against the head of his cock. With tender loving care, he slid himself back out and back in, teasing Moosty’s prostate. As he did so, Scootaloo reached around and took ahold of Moosty’s Man Wand and proceeded to massage it.
 
Moosty was in uncontrollable bliss. He quivered and repositioned himself so that Scootaloo could better penetrate his scrumptious ass. As he did, he found the pleasure to be completely overwhelming. He orgasmed into Scootaloo’s open hand. Over and over his dick spluttered, spewing thick, rich, creamy seed all over the place.
 
Scootaloo kept pumping. He hastened the pace at which he was making sweet man-love to Moosty’s poop chute. As he did, Moosty arched his back and cried in nirvana as even more seed released itself onto the bed. Scootaloo, still with a handful of cum, reached back and wiped it on his taint.
 
With an amazing speed, Scootaloo pumped away, as if he were drilling for oil. With one final good squeeze, he released his Scootagoo into Moosty’s underworld chasm.
 
Both Moosty and Scootaloo collapsed onto the bed, holding one another, breathing heavily from the sheer pleasure of it all. They held each other and stared into one another’s eyes. Neither spoke their love. It didn’t need to be said.
 
“Scootaloo,” Moosty finally gasped. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Scootaloo could tell Moosty was genuine. He knew the love there was paramount.
 
Suddenly, Moosty began to convulse violently. His stomach was doing flip-flops in his gut. His asshole had a strange burning sensation. He had contracted the Scootaflu.
 
“Oh no, Scootaloo!” He cried. “It’s happening again!”
 
Scootaloo was quick to react. Moosty flipped over and lay down on his stomach. Without hesitation, Scootaloo stuck his lips against Moosty’s cornhole and sucked out as much Scootagoo as he could. Moosty was horridly allergic to the Scootagoo.
 
“That was close!” Scootaloo said.
 
“Once again, I owe you my life.” Moosty said. “There’s nobody I trust more than you.”
 
“Well, Moosty,” Scootaloo replied. “I have something to tell you.”
 
“Oh?” Moosty said as he began to shit semen.
 
“Yeah, I’m not who you think I am.” Scootaloo said as he sat up, wiping butt glue from his fleshy fun bridge.
 
“I’m actually…” As Scootaloo said this, he removed the mask he had been wearing the whole time.
Bach was sitting in front of Moosty. Moosty was horrified to find his man-lover was actually his Division Manager.
 
“I just had to taste that forbidden fruit for myself.” Bach said. “I hope you can forgive me for my treachery, Moosty.”
 
Moosty sat in a horrid silence.
 
“Well, SAY SOMETHING.” Bach said. “Get mad, yell. SOMETHING!”
 
Moosty looked up at Bach. “I just have one question.”
 
“What is it?” Bach asked on fated breath. He hung by a thread, waiting for Moosty’s response.
 
“Can I have Admin now?”

50 Shades of Oof
 
Moosty cuddled up onto Scootaloo’s bare shoulder. He could hear his steady breathing. He playfully stroked Scootaloo’s chest, relishing the overwhelming butt pleasure he had just experienced. Scootaloo had this magical way of reaching down deep inside of him and tickling his booty genitals.
 
“So Scoots,” Moosty whispered in the darkness. “You up for round two?”
 
“Give me another minute. I’m still trying to catch my breath.” Scootaloo sighed in between breaths of air.
“Oof.” Replied Moosty. He caressed Scootaloo’s inner thigh, just fascinating about the pleasure that awaited him.
 
Before he knew it, Scootaloo was back on top of Moosty, going to work with his luscious mouth. He tenderly kissed Moosty’s neck, breathed air into his ear, and ran his tongue down to his collar bone.
 
Instantly, Moosty’s magical meat-stick was at full attention. But before he could control his urges, Moosty found Scootaloo’s mouth enveloped around his danger. Moosty arched his back in pleasure as Scootaloo set to work. Not wanting to be outdone, Moosty slid his head up and under Scootaloo’s waist to engage in a good ole lickaroo of the poop chute.
 
Together they enjoyed the oral ecstasy. Scootaloo had this way of contracting his cheeks so that Moosty’s hard raging cock quivered in pleasure. Moosty’s tongue could cure colon cancer. Scootaloo grinded his fat white ass down on that magical tongue and moaned in pleasure.
 
Moosty saw that his love was also at full mast. He turned himself over and said “Alright baby. I’m ready for you. Scootaloo pls.”
 
Without hesitation, Scootaloo slid himself into Moosty. Deeper…deeper, until he could feel Moosty’s prostate pulsating against the head of his cock. With tender loving care, he slid himself back out and back in, teasing Moosty’s prostate. As he did so, Scootaloo reached around and took ahold of Moosty’s Man Wand and proceeded to massage it.
 
Moosty was in uncontrollable bliss. He quivered and repositioned himself so that Scootaloo could better penetrate his scrumptious ass. As he did, he found the pleasure to be completely overwhelming. He orgasmed into Scootaloo’s open hand. Over and over his dick spluttered, spewing thick, rich, creamy seed all over the place.
 
Scootaloo kept pumping. He hastened the pace at which he was making sweet man-love to Moosty’s poop chute. As he did, Moosty arched his back and cried in nirvana as even more seed released itself onto the bed. Scootaloo, still with a handful of cum, reached back and wiped it on his taint.
 
With an amazing speed, Scootaloo pumped away, as if he were drilling for oil. With one final good squeeze, he released his Scootagoo into Moosty’s underworld chasm.
 
Both Moosty and Scootaloo collapsed onto the bed, holding one another, breathing heavily from the sheer pleasure of it all. They held each other and stared into one another’s eyes. Neither spoke their love. It didn’t need to be said.
 
“Scootaloo,” Moosty finally gasped. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Scootaloo could tell Moosty was genuine. He knew the love there was paramount.
 
Suddenly, Moosty began to convulse violently. His stomach was doing flip-flops in his gut. His asshole had a strange burning sensation. He had contracted the Scootaflu.
 
“Oh no, Scootaloo!” He cried. “It’s happening again!”
 
Scootaloo was quick to react. Moosty flipped over and lay down on his stomach. Without hesitation, Scootaloo stuck his lips against Moosty’s cornhole and sucked out as much Scootagoo as he could. Moosty was horridly allergic to the Scootagoo.
 
“That was close!” Scootaloo said.
 
“Once again, I owe you my life.” Moosty said. “There’s nobody I trust more than you.”
 
“Well, Moosty,” Scootaloo replied. “I have something to tell you.”
 
“Oh?” Moosty said as he began to shit semen.
 
“Yeah, I’m not who you think I am.” Scootaloo said as he sat up, wiping butt glue from his fleshy fun bridge.
 
“I’m actually…” As Scootaloo said this, he removed the mask he had been wearing the whole time.
Bach was sitting in front of Moosty. Moosty was horrified to find his man-lover was actually his Division Manager.
 
“I just had to taste that forbidden fruit for myself.” Bach said. “I hope you can forgive me for my treachery, Moosty.”
 
Moosty sat in a horrid silence.
 
“Well, SAY SOMETHING.” Bach said. “Get mad, yell. SOMETHING!”
 
Moosty looked up at Bach. “I just have one question.”
 
“What is it?” Bach asked on fated breath. He hung by a thread, waiting for Moosty’s response.
 
“Can I have Admin now?”

50 Shades of Oof
 
Moosty cuddled up onto Scootaloo’s bare shoulder. He could hear his steady breathing. He playfully stroked Scootaloo’s chest, relishing the overwhelming butt pleasure he had just experienced. Scootaloo had this magical way of reaching down deep inside of him and tickling his booty genitals.
 
“So Scoots,” Moosty whispered in the darkness. “You up for round two?”
 
“Give me another minute. I’m still trying to catch my breath.” Scootaloo sighed in between breaths of air.
“Oof.” Replied Moosty. He caressed Scootaloo’s inner thigh, just fascinating about the pleasure that awaited him.
 
Before he knew it, Scootaloo was back on top of Moosty, going to work with his luscious mouth. He tenderly kissed Moosty’s neck, breathed air into his ear, and ran his tongue down to his collar bone.
 
Instantly, Moosty’s magical meat-stick was at full attention. But before he could control his urges, Moosty found Scootaloo’s mouth enveloped around his danger. Moosty arched his back in pleasure as Scootaloo set to work. Not wanting to be outdone, Moosty slid his head up and under Scootaloo’s waist to engage in a good ole lickaroo of the poop chute.
 
Together they enjoyed the oral ecstasy. Scootaloo had this way of contracting his cheeks so that Moosty’s hard raging cock quivered in pleasure. Moosty’s tongue could cure colon cancer. Scootaloo grinded his fat white ass down on that magical tongue and moaned in pleasure.
 
Moosty saw that his love was also at full mast. He turned himself over and said “Alright baby. I’m ready for you. Scootaloo pls.”
 
Without hesitation, Scootaloo slid himself into Moosty. Deeper…deeper, until he could feel Moosty’s prostate pulsating against the head of his cock. With tender loving care, he slid himself back out and back in, teasing Moosty’s prostate. As he did so, Scootaloo reached around and took ahold of Moosty’s Man Wand and proceeded to massage it.
 
Moosty was in uncontrollable bliss. He quivered and repositioned himself so that Scootaloo could better penetrate his scrumptious ass. As he did, he found the pleasure to be completely overwhelming. He orgasmed into Scootaloo’s open hand. Over and over his dick spluttered, spewing thick, rich, creamy seed all over the place.
 
Scootaloo kept pumping. He hastened the pace at which he was making sweet man-love to Moosty’s poop chute. As he did, Moosty arched his back and cried in nirvana as even more seed released itself onto the bed. Scootaloo, still with a handful of cum, reached back and wiped it on his taint.
 
With an amazing speed, Scootaloo pumped away, as if he were drilling for oil. With one final good squeeze, he released his Scootagoo into Moosty’s underworld chasm.
 
Both Moosty and Scootaloo collapsed onto the bed, holding one another, breathing heavily from the sheer pleasure of it all. They held each other and stared into one another’s eyes. Neither spoke their love. It didn’t need to be said.
 
“Scootaloo,” Moosty finally gasped. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Scootaloo could tell Moosty was genuine. He knew the love there was paramount.
 
Suddenly, Moosty began to convulse violently. His stomach was doing flip-flops in his gut. His asshole had a strange burning sensation. He had contracted the Scootaflu.
 
“Oh no, Scootaloo!” He cried. “It’s happening again!”
 
Scootaloo was quick to react. Moosty flipped over and lay down on his stomach. Without hesitation, Scootaloo stuck his lips against Moosty’s cornhole and sucked out as much Scootagoo as he could. Moosty was horridly allergic to the Scootagoo.
 
“That was close!” Scootaloo said.
 
“Once again, I owe you my life.” Moosty said. “There’s nobody I trust more than you.”
 
“Well, Moosty,” Scootaloo replied. “I have something to tell you.”
 
“Oh?” Moosty said as he began to shit semen.
 
“Yeah, I’m not who you think I am.” Scootaloo said as he sat up, wiping butt glue from his fleshy fun bridge.
 
“I’m actually…” As Scootaloo said this, he removed the mask he had been wearing the whole time.
Bach was sitting in front of Moosty. Moosty was horrified to find his man-lover was actually his Division Manager.
 
“I just had to taste that forbidden fruit for myself.” Bach said. “I hope you can forgive me for my treachery, Moosty.”
 
Moosty sat in a horrid silence.
 
“Well, SAY SOMETHING.” Bach said. “Get mad, yell. SOMETHING!”
 
Moosty looked up at Bach. “I just have one question.”
 
“What is it?” Bach asked on fated breath. He hung by a thread, waiting for Moosty’s response.
 
“Can I have Admin now?”

50 Shades of Oof
 
Moosty cuddled up onto Scootaloo’s bare shoulder. He could hear his steady breathing. He playfully stroked Scootaloo’s chest, relishing the overwhelming butt pleasure he had just experienced. Scootaloo had this magical way of reaching down deep inside of him and tickling his booty genitals.
 
“So Scoots,” Moosty whispered in the darkness. “You up for round two?”
 
“Give me another minute. I’m still trying to catch my breath.” Scootaloo sighed in between breaths of air.
“Oof.” Replied Moosty. He caressed Scootaloo’s inner thigh, just fascinating about the pleasure that awaited him.
 
Before he knew it, Scootaloo was back on top of Moosty, going to work with his luscious mouth. He tenderly kissed Moosty’s neck, breathed air into his ear, and ran his tongue down to his collar bone.
 
Instantly, Moosty’s magical meat-stick was at full attention. But before he could control his urges, Moosty found Scootaloo’s mouth enveloped around his danger. Moosty arched his back in pleasure as Scootaloo set to work. Not wanting to be outdone, Moosty slid his head up and under Scootaloo’s waist to engage in a good ole lickaroo of the poop chute.
 
Together they enjoyed the oral ecstasy. Scootaloo had this way of contracting his cheeks so that Moosty’s hard raging cock quivered in pleasure. Moosty’s tongue could cure colon cancer. Scootaloo grinded his fat white ass down on that magical tongue and moaned in pleasure.
 
Moosty saw that his love was also at full mast. He turned himself over and said “Alright baby. I’m ready for you. Scootaloo pls.”
 
Without hesitation, Scootaloo slid himself into Moosty. Deeper…deeper, until he could feel Moosty’s prostate pulsating against the head of his cock. With tender loving care, he slid himself back out and back in, teasing Moosty’s prostate. As he did so, Scootaloo reached around and took ahold of Moosty’s Man Wand and proceeded to massage it.
 
Moosty was in uncontrollable bliss. He quivered and repositioned himself so that Scootaloo could better penetrate his scrumptious ass. As he did, he found the pleasure to be completely overwhelming. He orgasmed into Scootaloo’s open hand. Over and over his dick spluttered, spewing thick, rich, creamy seed all over the place.
 
Scootaloo kept pumping. He hastened the pace at which he was making sweet man-love to Moosty’s poop chute. As he did, Moosty arched his back and cried in nirvana as even more seed released itself onto the bed. Scootaloo, still with a handful of cum, reached back and wiped it on his taint.
 
With an amazing speed, Scootaloo pumped away, as if he were drilling for oil. With one final good squeeze, he released his Scootagoo into Moosty’s underworld chasm.
 
Both Moosty and Scootaloo collapsed onto the bed, holding one another, breathing heavily from the sheer pleasure of it all. They held each other and stared into one another’s eyes. Neither spoke their love. It didn’t need to be said.
 
“Scootaloo,” Moosty finally gasped. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Scootaloo could tell Moosty was genuine. He knew the love there was paramount.
 
Suddenly, Moosty began to convulse violently. His stomach was doing flip-flops in his gut. His asshole had a strange burning sensation. He had contracted the Scootaflu.
 
“Oh no, Scootaloo!” He cried. “It’s happening again!”
 
Scootaloo was quick to react. Moosty flipped over and lay down on his stomach. Without hesitation, Scootaloo stuck his lips against Moosty’s cornhole and sucked out as much Scootagoo as he could. Moosty was horridly allergic to the Scootagoo.
 
“That was close!” Scootaloo said.
 
“Once again, I owe you my life.” Moosty said. “There’s nobody I trust more than you.”
 
“Well, Moosty,” Scootaloo replied. “I have something to tell you.”
 
“Oh?” Moosty said as he began to shit semen.
 
“Yeah, I’m not who you think I am.” Scootaloo said as he sat up, wiping butt glue from his fleshy fun bridge.
 
“I’m actually…” As Scootaloo said this, he removed the mask he had been wearing the whole time.
Bach was sitting in front of Moosty. Moosty was horrified to find his man-lover was actually his Division Manager.
 
“I just had to taste that forbidden fruit for myself.” Bach said. “I hope you can forgive me for my treachery, Moosty.”
 
Moosty sat in a horrid silence.
 
“Well, SAY SOMETHING.” Bach said. “Get mad, yell. SOMETHING!”
 
Moosty looked up at Bach. “I just have one question.”
 
“What is it?” Bach asked on fated breath. He hung by a thread, waiting for Moosty’s response.
 
“Can I have Admin now?”

50 Shades of Oof
 
Moosty cuddled up onto Scootaloo’s bare shoulder. He could hear his steady breathing. He playfully stroked Scootaloo’s chest, relishing the overwhelming butt pleasure he had just experienced. Scootaloo had this magical way of reaching down deep inside of him and tickling his booty genitals.
 
“So Scoots,” Moosty whispered in the darkness. “You up for round two?”
 
“Give me another minute. I’m still trying to catch my breath.” Scootaloo sighed in between breaths of air.
“Oof.” Replied Moosty. He caressed Scootaloo’s inner thigh, just fascinating about the pleasure that awaited him.
 
Before he knew it, Scootaloo was back on top of Moosty, going to work with his luscious mouth. He tenderly kissed Moosty’s neck, breathed air into his ear, and ran his tongue down to his collar bone.
 
Instantly, Moosty’s magical meat-stick was at full attention. But before he could control his urges, Moosty found Scootaloo’s mouth enveloped around his danger. Moosty arched his back in pleasure as Scootaloo set to work. Not wanting to be outdone, Moosty slid his head up and under Scootaloo’s waist to engage in a good ole lickaroo of the poop chute.
 
Together they enjoyed the oral ecstasy. Scootaloo had this way of contracting his cheeks so that Moosty’s hard raging cock quivered in pleasure. Moosty’s tongue could cure colon cancer. Scootaloo grinded his fat white ass down on that magical tongue and moaned in pleasure.
 
Moosty saw that his love was also at full mast. He turned himself over and said “Alright baby. I’m ready for you. Scootaloo pls.”
 
Without hesitation, Scootaloo slid himself into Moosty. Deeper…deeper, until he could feel Moosty’s prostate pulsating against the head of his cock. With tender loving care, he slid himself back out and back in, teasing Moosty’s prostate. As he did so, Scootaloo reached around and took ahold of Moosty’s Man Wand and proceeded to massage it.
 
Moosty was in uncontrollable bliss. He quivered and repositioned himself so that Scootaloo could better penetrate his scrumptious ass. As he did, he found the pleasure to be completely overwhelming. He orgasmed into Scootaloo’s open hand. Over and over his dick spluttered, spewing thick, rich, creamy seed all over the place.
 
Scootaloo kept pumping. He hastened the pace at which he was making sweet man-love to Moosty’s poop chute. As he did, Moosty arched his back and cried in nirvana as even more seed released itself onto the bed. Scootaloo, still with a handful of cum, reached back and wiped it on his taint.
 
With an amazing speed, Scootaloo pumped away, as if he were drilling for oil. With one final good squeeze, he released his Scootagoo into Moosty’s underworld chasm.
 
Both Moosty and Scootaloo collapsed onto the bed, holding one another, breathing heavily from the sheer pleasure of it all. They held each other and stared into one another’s eyes. Neither spoke their love. It didn’t need to be said.
 
“Scootaloo,” Moosty finally gasped. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Scootaloo could tell Moosty was genuine. He knew the love there was paramount.
 
Suddenly, Moosty began to convulse violently. His stomach was doing flip-flops in his gut. His asshole had a strange burning sensation. He had contracted the Scootaflu.
 
“Oh no, Scootaloo!” He cried. “It’s happening again!”
 
Scootaloo was quick to react. Moosty flipped over and lay down on his stomach. Without hesitation, Scootaloo stuck his lips against Moosty’s cornhole and sucked out as much Scootagoo as he could. Moosty was horridly allergic to the Scootagoo.
 
“That was close!” Scootaloo said.
 
“Once again, I owe you my life.” Moosty said. “There’s nobody I trust more than you.”
 
“Well, Moosty,” Scootaloo replied. “I have something to tell you.”
 
“Oh?” Moosty said as he began to shit semen.
 
“Yeah, I’m not who you think I am.” Scootaloo said as he sat up, wiping butt glue from his fleshy fun bridge.
 
“I’m actually…” As Scootaloo said this, he removed the mask he had been wearing the whole time.
Bach was sitting in front of Moosty. Moosty was horrified to find his man-lover was actually his Division Manager.
 
“I just had to taste that forbidden fruit for myself.” Bach said. “I hope you can forgive me for my treachery, Moosty.”
 
Moosty sat in a horrid silence.
 
“Well, SAY SOMETHING.” Bach said. “Get mad, yell. SOMETHING!”
 
Moosty looked up at Bach. “I just have one question.”
 
“What is it?” Bach asked on fated breath. He hung by a thread, waiting for Moosty’s response.
 
“Can I have Admin now?”

50 Shades of Oof
 
Moosty cuddled up onto Scootaloo’s bare shoulder. He could hear his steady breathing. He playfully stroked Scootaloo’s chest, relishing the overwhelming butt pleasure he had just experienced. Scootaloo had this magical way of reaching down deep inside of him and tickling his booty genitals.
 
“So Scoots,” Moosty whispered in the darkness. “You up for round two?”
 
“Give me another minute. I’m still trying to catch my breath.” Scootaloo sighed in between breaths of air.
“Oof.” Replied Moosty. He caressed Scootaloo’s inner thigh, just fascinating about the pleasure that awaited him.
 
Before he knew it, Scootaloo was back on top of Moosty, going to work with his luscious mouth. He tenderly kissed Moosty’s neck, breathed air into his ear, and ran his tongue down to his collar bone.
 
Instantly, Moosty’s magical meat-stick was at full attention. But before he could control his urges, Moosty found Scootaloo’s mouth enveloped around his danger. Moosty arched his back in pleasure as Scootaloo set to work. Not wanting to be outdone, Moosty slid his head up and under Scootaloo’s waist to engage in a good ole lickaroo of the poop chute.
 
Together they enjoyed the oral ecstasy. Scootaloo had this way of contracting his cheeks so that Moosty’s hard raging cock quivered in pleasure. Moosty’s tongue could cure colon cancer. Scootaloo grinded his fat white ass down on that magical tongue and moaned in pleasure.
 
Moosty saw that his love was also at full mast. He turned himself over and said “Alright baby. I’m ready for you. Scootaloo pls.”
 
Without hesitation, Scootaloo slid himself into Moosty. Deeper…deeper, until he could feel Moosty’s prostate pulsating against the head of his cock. With tender loving care, he slid himself back out and back in, teasing Moosty’s prostate. As he did so, Scootaloo reached around and took ahold of Moosty’s Man Wand and proceeded to massage it.
 
Moosty was in uncontrollable bliss. He quivered and repositioned himself so that Scootaloo could better penetrate his scrumptious ass. As he did, he found the pleasure to be completely overwhelming. He orgasmed into Scootaloo’s open hand. Over and over his dick spluttered, spewing thick, rich, creamy seed all over the place.
 
Scootaloo kept pumping. He hastened the pace at which he was making sweet man-love to Moosty’s poop chute. As he did, Moosty arched his back and cried in nirvana as even more seed released itself onto the bed. Scootaloo, still with a handful of cum, reached back and wiped it on his taint.
 
With an amazing speed, Scootaloo pumped away, as if he were drilling for oil. With one final good squeeze, he released his Scootagoo into Moosty’s underworld chasm.
 
Both Moosty and Scootaloo collapsed onto the bed, holding one another, breathing heavily from the sheer pleasure of it all. They held each other and stared into one another’s eyes. Neither spoke their love. It didn’t need to be said.
 
“Scootaloo,” Moosty finally gasped. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Scootaloo could tell Moosty was genuine. He knew the love there was paramount.
 
Suddenly, Moosty began to convulse violently. His stomach was doing flip-flops in his gut. His asshole had a strange burning sensation. He had contracted the Scootaflu.
 
“Oh no, Scootaloo!” He cried. “It’s happening again!”
 
Scootaloo was quick to react. Moosty flipped over and lay down on his stomach. Without hesitation, Scootaloo stuck his lips against Moosty’s cornhole and sucked out as much Scootagoo as he could. Moosty was horridly allergic to the Scootagoo.
 
“That was close!” Scootaloo said.
 
“Once again, I owe you my life.” Moosty said. “There’s nobody I trust more than you.”
 
“Well, Moosty,” Scootaloo replied. “I have something to tell you.”
 
“Oh?” Moosty said as he began to shit semen.
 
“Yeah, I’m not who you think I am.” Scootaloo said as he sat up, wiping butt glue from his fleshy fun bridge.
 
“I’m actually…” As Scootaloo said this, he removed the mask he had been wearing the whole time.
Bach was sitting in front of Moosty. Moosty was horrified to find his man-lover was actually his Division Manager.
 
“I just had to taste that forbidden fruit for myself.” Bach said. “I hope you can forgive me for my treachery, Moosty.”
 
Moosty sat in a horrid silence.
 
“Well, SAY SOMETHING.” Bach said. “Get mad, yell. SOMETHING!”
 
Moosty looked up at Bach. “I just have one question.”
 
“What is it?” Bach asked on fated breath. He hung by a thread, waiting for Moosty’s response.
 
“Can I have Admin now?”

50 Shades of Oof
 
Moosty cuddled up onto Scootaloo’s bare shoulder. He could hear his steady breathing. He playfully stroked Scootaloo’s chest, relishing the overwhelming butt pleasure he had just experienced. Scootaloo had this magical way of reaching down deep inside of him and tickling his booty genitals.
 
“So Scoots,” Moosty whispered in the darkness. “You up for round two?”
 
“Give me another minute. I’m still trying to catch my breath.” Scootaloo sighed in between breaths of air.
“Oof.” Replied Moosty. He caressed Scootaloo’s inner thigh, just fascinating about the pleasure that awaited him.
 
Before he knew it, Scootaloo was back on top of Moosty, going to work with his luscious mouth. He tenderly kissed Moosty’s neck, breathed air into his ear, and ran his tongue down to his collar bone.
 
Instantly, Moosty’s magical meat-stick was at full attention. But before he could control his urges, Moosty found Scootaloo’s mouth enveloped around his danger. Moosty arched his back in pleasure as Scootaloo set to work. Not wanting to be outdone, Moosty slid his head up and under Scootaloo’s waist to engage in a good ole lickaroo of the poop chute.
 
Together they enjoyed the oral ecstasy. Scootaloo had this way of contracting his cheeks so that Moosty’s hard raging cock quivered in pleasure. Moosty’s tongue could cure colon cancer. Scootaloo grinded his fat white ass down on that magical tongue and moaned in pleasure.
 
Moosty saw that his love was also at full mast. He turned himself over and said “Alright baby. I’m ready for you. Scootaloo pls.”
 
Without hesitation, Scootaloo slid himself into Moosty. Deeper…deeper, until he could feel Moosty’s prostate pulsating against the head of his cock. With tender loving care, he slid himself back out and back in, teasing Moosty’s prostate. As he did so, Scootaloo reached around and took ahold of Moosty’s Man Wand and proceeded to massage it.
 
Moosty was in uncontrollable bliss. He quivered and repositioned himself so that Scootaloo could better penetrate his scrumptious ass. As he did, he found the pleasure to be completely overwhelming. He orgasmed into Scootaloo’s open hand. Over and over his dick spluttered, spewing thick, rich, creamy seed all over the place.
 
Scootaloo kept pumping. He hastened the pace at which he was making sweet man-love to Moosty’s poop chute. As he did, Moosty arched his back and cried in nirvana as even more seed released itself onto the bed. Scootaloo, still with a handful of cum, reached back and wiped it on his taint.
 
With an amazing speed, Scootaloo pumped away, as if he were drilling for oil. With one final good squeeze, he released his Scootagoo into Moosty’s underworld chasm.
 
Both Moosty and Scootaloo collapsed onto the bed, holding one another, breathing heavily from the sheer pleasure of it all. They held each other and stared into one another’s eyes. Neither spoke their love. It didn’t need to be said.
 
“Scootaloo,” Moosty finally gasped. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Scootaloo could tell Moosty was genuine. He knew the love there was paramount.
 
Suddenly, Moosty began to convulse violently. His stomach was doing flip-flops in his gut. His asshole had a strange burning sensation. He had contracted the Scootaflu.
 
“Oh no, Scootaloo!” He cried. “It’s happening again!”
 
Scootaloo was quick to react. Moosty flipped over and lay down on his stomach. Without hesitation, Scootaloo stuck his lips against Moosty’s cornhole and sucked out as much Scootagoo as he could. Moosty was horridly allergic to the Scootagoo.
 
“That was close!” Scootaloo said.
 
“Once again, I owe you my life.” Moosty said. “There’s nobody I trust more than you.”
 
“Well, Moosty,” Scootaloo replied. “I have something to tell you.”
 
“Oh?” Moosty said as he began to shit semen.
 
“Yeah, I’m not who you think I am.” Scootaloo said as he sat up, wiping butt glue from his fleshy fun bridge.
 
“I’m actually…” As Scootaloo said this, he removed the mask he had been wearing the whole time.
Bach was sitting in front of Moosty. Moosty was horrified to find his man-lover was actually his Division Manager.
 
“I just had to taste that forbidden fruit for myself.” Bach said. “I hope you can forgive me for my treachery, Moosty.”
 
Moosty sat in a horrid silence.
 
“Well, SAY SOMETHING.” Bach said. “Get mad, yell. SOMETHING!”
 
Moosty looked up at Bach. “I just have one question.”
 
“What is it?” Bach asked on fated breath. He hung by a thread, waiting for Moosty’s response.
 
“Can I have Admin now?”

50 Shades of Oof
 
Moosty cuddled up onto Scootaloo’s bare shoulder. He could hear his steady breathing. He playfully stroked Scootaloo’s chest, relishing the overwhelming butt pleasure he had just experienced. Scootaloo had this magical way of reaching down deep inside of him and tickling his booty genitals.
 
“So Scoots,” Moosty whispered in the darkness. “You up for round two?”
 
“Give me another minute. I’m still trying to catch my breath.” Scootaloo sighed in between breaths of air.
“Oof.” Replied Moosty. He caressed Scootaloo’s inner thigh, just fascinating about the pleasure that awaited him.
 
Before he knew it, Scootaloo was back on top of Moosty, going to work with his luscious mouth. He tenderly kissed Moosty’s neck, breathed air into his ear, and ran his tongue down to his collar bone.
 
Instantly, Moosty’s magical meat-stick was at full attention. But before he could control his urges, Moosty found Scootaloo’s mouth enveloped around his danger. Moosty arched his back in pleasure as Scootaloo set to work. Not wanting to be outdone, Moosty slid his head up and under Scootaloo’s waist to engage in a good ole lickaroo of the poop chute.
 
Together they enjoyed the oral ecstasy. Scootaloo had this way of contracting his cheeks so that Moosty’s hard raging cock quivered in pleasure. Moosty’s tongue could cure colon cancer. Scootaloo grinded his fat white ass down on that magical tongue and moaned in pleasure.
 
Moosty saw that his love was also at full mast. He turned himself over and said “Alright baby. I’m ready for you. Scootaloo pls.”
 
Without hesitation, Scootaloo slid himself into Moosty. Deeper…deeper, until he could feel Moosty’s prostate pulsating against the head of his cock. With tender loving care, he slid himself back out and back in, teasing Moosty’s prostate. As he did so, Scootaloo reached around and took ahold of Moosty’s Man Wand and proceeded to massage it.
 
Moosty was in uncontrollable bliss. He quivered and repositioned himself so that Scootaloo could better penetrate his scrumptious ass. As he did, he found the pleasure to be completely overwhelming. He orgasmed into Scootaloo’s open hand. Over and over his dick spluttered, spewing thick, rich, creamy seed all over the place.
 
Scootaloo kept pumping. He hastened the pace at which he was making sweet man-love to Moosty’s poop chute. As he did, Moosty arched his back and cried in nirvana as even more seed released itself onto the bed. Scootaloo, still with a handful of cum, reached back and wiped it on his taint.
 
With an amazing speed, Scootaloo pumped away, as if he were drilling for oil. With one final good squeeze, he released his Scootagoo into Moosty’s underworld chasm.
 
Both Moosty and Scootaloo collapsed onto the bed, holding one another, breathing heavily from the sheer pleasure of it all. They held each other and stared into one another’s eyes. Neither spoke their love. It didn’t need to be said.
 
“Scootaloo,” Moosty finally gasped. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Scootaloo could tell Moosty was genuine. He knew the love there was paramount.
 
Suddenly, Moosty began to convulse violently. His stomach was doing flip-flops in his gut. His asshole had a strange burning sensation. He had contracted the Scootaflu.
 
“Oh no, Scootaloo!” He cried. “It’s happening again!”
 
Scootaloo was quick to react. Moosty flipped over and lay down on his stomach. Without hesitation, Scootaloo stuck his lips against Moosty’s cornhole and sucked out as much Scootagoo as he could. Moosty was horridly allergic to the Scootagoo.
 
“That was close!” Scootaloo said.
 
“Once again, I owe you my life.” Moosty said. “There’s nobody I trust more than you.”
 
“Well, Moosty,” Scootaloo replied. “I have something to tell you.”
 
“Oh?” Moosty said as he began to shit semen.
 
“Yeah, I’m not who you think I am.” Scootaloo said as he sat up, wiping butt glue from his fleshy fun bridge.
 
“I’m actually…” As Scootaloo said this, he removed the mask he had been wearing the whole time.
Bach was sitting in front of Moosty. Moosty was horrified to find his man-lover was actually his Division Manager.
 
“I just had to taste that forbidden fruit for myself.” Bach said. “I hope you can forgive me for my treachery, Moosty.”
 
Moosty sat in a horrid silence.
 
“Well, SAY SOMETHING.” Bach said. “Get mad, yell. SOMETHING!”
 
Moosty looked up at Bach. “I just have one question.”
 
“What is it?” Bach asked on fated breath. He hung by a thread, waiting for Moosty’s response.
 
“Can I have Admin now?”

50 Shades of Oof
 
Moosty cuddled up onto Scootaloo’s bare shoulder. He could hear his steady breathing. He playfully stroked Scootaloo’s chest, relishing the overwhelming butt pleasure he had just experienced. Scootaloo had this magical way of reaching down deep inside of him and tickling his booty genitals.
 
“So Scoots,” Moosty whispered in the darkness. “You up for round two?”
 
“Give me another minute. I’m still trying to catch my breath.” Scootaloo sighed in between breaths of air.
“Oof.” Replied Moosty. He caressed Scootaloo’s inner thigh, just fascinating about the pleasure that awaited him.
 
Before he knew it, Scootaloo was back on top of Moosty, going to work with his luscious mouth. He tenderly kissed Moosty’s neck, breathed air into his ear, and ran his tongue down to his collar bone.
 
Instantly, Moosty’s magical meat-stick was at full attention. But before he could control his urges, Moosty found Scootaloo’s mouth enveloped around his danger. Moosty arched his back in pleasure as Scootaloo set to work. Not wanting to be outdone, Moosty slid his head up and under Scootaloo’s waist to engage in a good ole lickaroo of the poop chute.
 
Together they enjoyed the oral ecstasy. Scootaloo had this way of contracting his cheeks so that Moosty’s hard raging cock quivered in pleasure. Moosty’s tongue could cure colon cancer. Scootaloo grinded his fat white ass down on that magical tongue and moaned in pleasure.
 
Moosty saw that his love was also at full mast. He turned himself over and said “Alright baby. I’m ready for you. Scootaloo pls.”
 
Without hesitation, Scootaloo slid himself into Moosty. Deeper…deeper, until he could feel Moosty’s prostate pulsating against the head of his cock. With tender loving care, he slid himself back out and back in, teasing Moosty’s prostate. As he did so, Scootaloo reached around and took ahold of Moosty’s Man Wand and proceeded to massage it.
 
Moosty was in uncontrollable bliss. He quivered and repositioned himself so that Scootaloo could better penetrate his scrumptious ass. As he did, he found the pleasure to be completely overwhelming. He orgasmed into Scootaloo’s open hand. Over and over his dick spluttered, spewing thick, rich, creamy seed all over the place.
 
Scootaloo kept pumping. He hastened the pace at which he was making sweet man-love to Moosty’s poop chute. As he did, Moosty arched his back and cried in nirvana as even more seed released itself onto the bed. Scootaloo, still with a handful of cum, reached back and wiped it on his taint.
 
With an amazing speed, Scootaloo pumped away, as if he were drilling for oil. With one final good squeeze, he released his Scootagoo into Moosty’s underworld chasm.
 
Both Moosty and Scootaloo collapsed onto the bed, holding one another, breathing heavily from the sheer pleasure of it all. They held each other and stared into one another’s eyes. Neither spoke their love. It didn’t need to be said.
 
“Scootaloo,” Moosty finally gasped. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Scootaloo could tell Moosty was genuine. He knew the love there was paramount.
 
Suddenly, Moosty began to convulse violently. His stomach was doing flip-flops in his gut. His asshole had a strange burning sensation. He had contracted the Scootaflu.
 
“Oh no, Scootaloo!” He cried. “It’s happening again!”
 
Scootaloo was quick to react. Moosty flipped over and lay down on his stomach. Without hesitation, Scootaloo stuck his lips against Moosty’s cornhole and sucked out as much Scootagoo as he could. Moosty was horridly allergic to the Scootagoo.
 
“That was close!” Scootaloo said.
 
“Once again, I owe you my life.” Moosty said. “There’s nobody I trust more than you.”
 
“Well, Moosty,” Scootaloo replied. “I have something to tell you.”
 
“Oh?” Moosty said as he began to shit semen.
 
“Yeah, I’m not who you think I am.” Scootaloo said as he sat up, wiping butt glue from his fleshy fun bridge.
 
“I’m actually…” As Scootaloo said this, he removed the mask he had been wearing the whole time.
Bach was sitting in front of Moosty. Moosty was horrified to find his man-lover was actually his Division Manager.
 
“I just had to taste that forbidden fruit for myself.” Bach said. “I hope you can forgive me for my treachery, Moosty.”
 
Moosty sat in a horrid silence.
 
“Well, SAY SOMETHING.” Bach said. “Get mad, yell. SOMETHING!”
 
Moosty looked up at Bach. “I just have one question.”
 
“What is it?” Bach asked on fated breath. He hung by a thread, waiting for Moosty’s response.
 
“Can I have Admin now?”

50 Shades of Oof
 
Moosty cuddled up onto Scootaloo’s bare shoulder. He could hear his steady breathing. He playfully stroked Scootaloo’s chest, relishing the overwhelming butt pleasure he had just experienced. Scootaloo had this magical way of reaching down deep inside of him and tickling his booty genitals.
 
“So Scoots,” Moosty whispered in the darkness. “You up for round two?”
 
“Give me another minute. I’m still trying to catch my breath.” Scootaloo sighed in between breaths of air.
“Oof.” Replied Moosty. He caressed Scootaloo’s inner thigh, just fascinating about the pleasure that awaited him.
 
Before he knew it, Scootaloo was back on top of Moosty, going to work with his luscious mouth. He tenderly kissed Moosty’s neck, breathed air into his ear, and ran his tongue down to his collar bone.
 
Instantly, Moosty’s magical meat-stick was at full attention. But before he could control his urges, Moosty found Scootaloo’s mouth enveloped around his danger. Moosty arched his back in pleasure as Scootaloo set to work. Not wanting to be outdone, Moosty slid his head up and under Scootaloo’s waist to engage in a good ole lickaroo of the poop chute.
 
Together they enjoyed the oral ecstasy. Scootaloo had this way of contracting his cheeks so that Moosty’s hard raging cock quivered in pleasure. Moosty’s tongue could cure colon cancer. Scootaloo grinded his fat white ass down on that magical tongue and moaned in pleasure.
 
Moosty saw that his love was also at full mast. He turned himself over and said “Alright baby. I’m ready for you. Scootaloo pls.”
 
Without hesitation, Scootaloo slid himself into Moosty. Deeper…deeper, until he could feel Moosty’s prostate pulsating against the head of his cock. With tender loving care, he slid himself back out and back in, teasing Moosty’s prostate. As he did so, Scootaloo reached around and took ahold of Moosty’s Man Wand and proceeded to massage it.
 
Moosty was in uncontrollable bliss. He quivered and repositioned himself so that Scootaloo could better penetrate his scrumptious ass. As he did, he found the pleasure to be completely overwhelming. He orgasmed into Scootaloo’s open hand. Over and over his dick spluttered, spewing thick, rich, creamy seed all over the place.
 
Scootaloo kept pumping. He hastened the pace at which he was making sweet man-love to Moosty’s poop chute. As he did, Moosty arched his back and cried in nirvana as even more seed released itself onto the bed. Scootaloo, still with a handful of cum, reached back and wiped it on his taint.
 
With an amazing speed, Scootaloo pumped away, as if he were drilling for oil. With one final good squeeze, he released his Scootagoo into Moosty’s underworld chasm.
 
Both Moosty and Scootaloo collapsed onto the bed, holding one another, breathing heavily from the sheer pleasure of it all. They held each other and stared into one another’s eyes. Neither spoke their love. It didn’t need to be said.
 
“Scootaloo,” Moosty finally gasped. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Scootaloo could tell Moosty was genuine. He knew the love there was paramount.
 
Suddenly, Moosty began to convulse violently. His stomach was doing flip-flops in his gut. His asshole had a strange burning sensation. He had contracted the Scootaflu.
 
“Oh no, Scootaloo!” He cried. “It’s happening again!”
 
Scootaloo was quick to react. Moosty flipped over and lay down on his stomach. Without hesitation, Scootaloo stuck his lips against Moosty’s cornhole and sucked out as much Scootagoo as he could. Moosty was horridly allergic to the Scootagoo.
 
“That was close!” Scootaloo said.
 
“Once again, I owe you my life.” Moosty said. “There’s nobody I trust more than you.”
 
“Well, Moosty,” Scootaloo replied. “I have something to tell you.”
 
“Oh?” Moosty said as he began to shit semen.
 
“Yeah, I’m not who you think I am.” Scootaloo said as he sat up, wiping butt glue from his fleshy fun bridge.
 
“I’m actually…” As Scootaloo said this, he removed the mask he had been wearing the whole time.
Bach was sitting in front of Moosty. Moosty was horrified to find his man-lover was actually his Division Manager.
 
“I just had to taste that forbidden fruit for myself.” Bach said. “I hope you can forgive me for my treachery, Moosty.”
 
Moosty sat in a horrid silence.
 
“Well, SAY SOMETHING.” Bach said. “Get mad, yell. SOMETHING!”
 
Moosty looked up at Bach. “I just have one question.”
 
“What is it?” Bach asked on fated breath. He hung by a thread, waiting for Moosty’s response.
 
“Can I have Admin now?”

50 Shades of Oof
 
Moosty cuddled up onto Scootaloo’s bare shoulder. He could hear his steady breathing. He playfully stroked Scootaloo’s chest, relishing the overwhelming butt pleasure he had just experienced. Scootaloo had this magical way of reaching down deep inside of him and tickling his booty genitals.
 
“So Scoots,” Moosty whispered in the darkness. “You up for round two?”
 
“Give me another minute. I’m still trying to catch my breath.” Scootaloo sighed in between breaths of air.
“Oof.” Replied Moosty. He caressed Scootaloo’s inner thigh, just fascinating about the pleasure that awaited him.
 
Before he knew it, Scootaloo was back on top of Moosty, going to work with his luscious mouth. He tenderly kissed Moosty’s neck, breathed air into his ear, and ran his tongue down to his collar bone.
 
Instantly, Moosty’s magical meat-stick was at full attention. But before he could control his urges, Moosty found Scootaloo’s mouth enveloped around his danger. Moosty arched his back in pleasure as Scootaloo set to work. Not wanting to be outdone, Moosty slid his head up and under Scootaloo’s waist to engage in a good ole lickaroo of the poop chute.
 
Together they enjoyed the oral ecstasy. Scootaloo had this way of contracting his cheeks so that Moosty’s hard raging cock quivered in pleasure. Moosty’s tongue could cure colon cancer. Scootaloo grinded his fat white ass down on that magical tongue and moaned in pleasure.
 
Moosty saw that his love was also at full mast. He turned himself over and said “Alright baby. I’m ready for you. Scootaloo pls.”
 
Without hesitation, Scootaloo slid himself into Moosty. Deeper…deeper, until he could feel Moosty’s prostate pulsating against the head of his cock. With tender loving care, he slid himself back out and back in, teasing Moosty’s prostate. As he did so, Scootaloo reached around and took ahold of Moosty’s Man Wand and proceeded to massage it.
 
Moosty was in uncontrollable bliss. He quivered and repositioned himself so that Scootaloo could better penetrate his scrumptious ass. As he did, he found the pleasure to be completely overwhelming. He orgasmed into Scootaloo’s open hand. Over and over his dick spluttered, spewing thick, rich, creamy seed all over the place.
 
Scootaloo kept pumping. He hastened the pace at which he was making sweet man-love to Moosty’s poop chute. As he did, Moosty arched his back and cried in nirvana as even more seed released itself onto the bed. Scootaloo, still with a handful of cum, reached back and wiped it on his taint.
 
With an amazing speed, Scootaloo pumped away, as if he were drilling for oil. With one final good squeeze, he released his Scootagoo into Moosty’s underworld chasm.
 
Both Moosty and Scootaloo collapsed onto the bed, holding one another, breathing heavily from the sheer pleasure of it all. They held each other and stared into one another’s eyes. Neither spoke their love. It didn’t need to be said.
 
“Scootaloo,” Moosty finally gasped. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Scootaloo could tell Moosty was genuine. He knew the love there was paramount.
 
Suddenly, Moosty began to convulse violently. His stomach was doing flip-flops in his gut. His asshole had a strange burning sensation. He had contracted the Scootaflu.
 
“Oh no, Scootaloo!” He cried. “It’s happening again!”
 
Scootaloo was quick to react. Moosty flipped over and lay down on his stomach. Without hesitation, Scootaloo stuck his lips against Moosty’s cornhole and sucked out as much Scootagoo as he could. Moosty was horridly allergic to the Scootagoo.
 
“That was close!” Scootaloo said.
 
“Once again, I owe you my life.” Moosty said. “There’s nobody I trust more than you.”
 
“Well, Moosty,” Scootaloo replied. “I have something to tell you.”
 
“Oh?” Moosty said as he began to shit semen.
 
“Yeah, I’m not who you think I am.” Scootaloo said as he sat up, wiping butt glue from his fleshy fun bridge.
 
“I’m actually…” As Scootaloo said this, he removed the mask he had been wearing the whole time.
Bach was sitting in front of Moosty. Moosty was horrified to find his man-lover was actually his Division Manager.
 
“I just had to taste that forbidden fruit for myself.” Bach said. “I hope you can forgive me for my treachery, Moosty.”
 
Moosty sat in a horrid silence.
 
“Well, SAY SOMETHING.” Bach said. “Get mad, yell. SOMETHING!”
 
Moosty looked up at Bach. “I just have one question.”
 
“What is it?” Bach asked on fated breath. He hung by a thread, waiting for Moosty’s response.
 
“Can I have Admin now?”

Eww, IE. T.T

Eww, IE. T.T

Ever since the fallout that happened from the Kitty thread, I have begun to dislike her in greater increments with every single post she makes on these boards. I ignored her antagonizing after she lost her moderator privileges. I turned the other cheek when she began complaining about her terrible luck in MvM and how "bad" of a game TF2 is. I held my tongue when she began insulting and talking ill of others in this clan. But I can't stand by idly anymore and watch this shit happen, especially to someone who is as high of a caliber a person as Moosty is.
 
@Kittylicious , you should be ashamed of your actions. If you aren't, it only goes to show how begotten and vile you are as a person. You have literally had EVERYTHING given to you on a silver platter; your mod powers included, yet all you can seem to do with that is brew trouble. You blatantly go out of your way to disrespect and antagonize the people of this community. I once stood by your side and supported you in the past, but I can't support someone who would laugh at someone else's misfortune the way you have done. If there's anything you need to learn from this, it's that you have a hell of a lot of growing up to do.
 
I +1 Moosty's permanent ban request. Kitty is EVERYTHING we should be looking to rid ourselves from this clan if we are to make it a better community. Kitty "left" ages ago, but for some reason, she is still here. I think it's time we MADE her leave.
 
I would wish you well in your future endeavors Kitty, but I don't believe you have shown that same courtesy to anyone else since you've been here. Just....leave. You are no longer welcome.

I fail to see how a slightly rude, on-topic response is considered equal to the detrimental lashing of someone's social status, especially when it has absolutely nothing to do with the topic at hand. If you honestly feel that both parties are equally at fault here, you probably should reread through that thread, because you missed something.
 
Stop trying to use analogies to compare this situation. It's inaccurately representing what is happening here. This isn't a car crash or a fist fight. It's cyber-bullying, plain and simple, which is AGAINST our rules. Did Moosty respond in a rude way? Sure. Did he cyber-bully Kitty in that thread? Absolutely not. His posts were on-point and on-topic. It was KITTY who took it out of context. It was KITTY who dragged it to an unnecessary level. It is KITTY that causes these issues, has been causing these issues, and CONTINUES to cause these issues. She does not exemplify what we should be striving to achieve here at xG in the least and MUST be removed, lest this division loses a LOT of outstanding members. It is clear that her presence is no longer desired by a LARGE MAJORITY of our division. Something needs to be done about it. If the incorrect action is taken, or worse, if NO action is taken, we will lose members who are sick and tired of this same song and dance, week after week.
 
It's not a threat, it's a reality. If this is handled poorly, the TF2 Division as we currently know it WILL LOSE a lot of people. Mark my words.

Moosty beat me to it. That thread did not dwindle into a flame war because of Moosty's comments. It was taken there when Kitty decided to bring social class into a conversation where it had absolutely no bearing, to be used as ad hominem to gain some sort of imaginary higher ground. Unfortunately for Kitty, logical debates don't work this way.
 
The notion that Moosty instigated this conflict is ridiculously laughable. All one has to do is read through that thread to realize that Kitty was given the honest feedback of the community for her idea, and instead of handling it in a level-headed way, decided to lash out against Moosty.
 
The biggest difference between the two involved parties is that Moosty is able to own up to his mistakes. He did so earlier when he said he'd take responsibility for his actions, but to accuse him of something he did not cause is a disservice to not only him, but the members of this community who respect him.
 
It's of my honest opinion that Kitty needs to stop this charade. She put herself in this situation and cried foul when someone else called her out on her words. I still stand by my +1 and ask for a Permanent Ban, for the sake of everyone in our clan.

Ever since the fallout that happened from the Kitty thread, I have begun to dislike her in greater increments with every single post she makes on these boards. I ignored her antagonizing after she lost her moderator privileges. I turned the other cheek when she began complaining about her terrible luck in MvM and how "bad" of a game TF2 is. I held my tongue when she began insulting and talking ill of others in this clan. But I can't stand by idly anymore and watch this shit happen, especially to someone who is as high of a caliber a person as Moosty is.
 
@Kittylicious , you should be ashamed of your actions. If you aren't, it only goes to show how begotten and vile you are as a person. You have literally had EVERYTHING given to you on a silver platter; your mod powers included, yet all you can seem to do with that is brew trouble. You blatantly go out of your way to disrespect and antagonize the people of this community. I once stood by your side and supported you in the past, but I can't support someone who would laugh at someone else's misfortune the way you have done. If there's anything you need to learn from this, it's that you have a hell of a lot of growing up to do.
 
I +1 Moosty's permanent ban request. Kitty is EVERYTHING we should be looking to rid ourselves from this clan if we are to make it a better community. Kitty "left" ages ago, but for some reason, she is still here. I think it's time we MADE her leave.
 
I would wish you well in your future endeavors Kitty, but I don't believe you have shown that same courtesy to anyone else since you've been here. Just....leave. You are no longer welcome.

Ever since the fallout that happened from the Kitty thread, I have begun to dislike her in greater increments with every single post she makes on these boards. I ignored her antagonizing after she lost her moderator privileges. I turned the other cheek when she began complaining about her terrible luck in MvM and how "bad" of a game TF2 is. I held my tongue when she began insulting and talking ill of others in this clan. But I can't stand by idly anymore and watch this shit happen, especially to someone who is as high of a caliber a person as Moosty is.
 
@Kittylicious , you should be ashamed of your actions. If you aren't, it only goes to show how begotten and vile you are as a person. You have literally had EVERYTHING given to you on a silver platter; your mod powers included, yet all you can seem to do with that is brew trouble. You blatantly go out of your way to disrespect and antagonize the people of this community. I once stood by your side and supported you in the past, but I can't support someone who would laugh at someone else's misfortune the way you have done. If there's anything you need to learn from this, it's that you have a hell of a lot of growing up to do.
 
I +1 Moosty's permanent ban request. Kitty is EVERYTHING we should be looking to rid ourselves from this clan if we are to make it a better community. Kitty "left" ages ago, but for some reason, she is still here. I think it's time we MADE her leave.
 
I would wish you well in your future endeavors Kitty, but I don't believe you have shown that same courtesy to anyone else since you've been here. Just....leave. You are no longer welcome.

@Vector

Lord. I can't even. Caspian wins, but he also loses.

Oh wow. GG.