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my balls when I run
Yo….. 👀
Dat ass dough
Damn she be working that machine
/r/ConfusedBoners
/r/putyourdickinthat
Who needs to waste money at a strip club?
Ummmm… can I borrow that machine for one glorious night please???
You can try, though. I would sacrifice myself as a judge if needed
It’s… mesmerizing
They be making it clap
It makes me feel inferior.
Does this need a nsfw tag? I feel… weird.
Somebody get her some flours.
Bread? That’s cake!
Never invited to do the Super Bowl half time show again
*sighs*… *unzips*
Hot cross buns…
My balls during the early morning scratch
ChallahBack Girl
Please put an NSFW tag on this. I was on the train and when I saw this I had to start furiously masturbating. Everyone else gave me strange looks and were saying things like “what the fuck” and “call the police”. I dropped my phone and everyone around me saw this image. Now there is a whole train of men masturbating together at this one image. This is all your fault, you could have prevented this if you had just tagged this post NSFW
Not my proudest fap…not my worst, either.
I watched this so many times 🤣🤣. I keep telling myself it’s just dough but my brain can’t stop seeing a fatty 🤣
Sit down kids, because old uncle Wampa has a story to tell…
I used to work at a pizza chain restaurant where we made our own dough. (Use your imagination, you’ll figure out which one.) We had a manager who we will call “Bill” , because it’s his real name and he’s an asshole. Anyway, Bill used to joke about how if you made a hole in the dough and shot some oil in there, it felt like a pussy. He’d finger it and make all sorts of disturbing noises. Some days we’d make too many dough balls and they’d eventually overproof later in the week. Bill would stay late and toss expired inventory. He’d even occasionally take dough balls home, claiming he was making pizzas with it. Well , one night the District Manager decided to do an after close inspection to make sure the store was being cleaned at the end of the night. He comes in through the back door to find Bill had made the old dough into a vaguely human shape (titties and everything) on the prep table and was buck naked and balls deep in this pile of dough. We never saw Bill again, and we had to have a meeting about not fucking the dough.
GRAB ME THAT DOUGH!
*Sir, but it’s still kneading…*
GRAB ME THAT DOUGH!