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Builderman was on low HP, getting chased by C00lkidd. Just as he was running, he noticed Shedletsky and waved him over frantically, as time was ticking and he was about to be killed. Shedletsky noticed this and pulled his sword out, about to get over there and stun C00lkidd until once he tried…
the fatass fucking MISSEDDDD WHAT A BITCH!!!!!!! Builderman gasped, and C00lkidd had stopped in his tracks to giggle at Shedletsky before throwing a brick at the CEO’s head which caused him to immediately die. shedletsky gets killed iunno
As the survivors sat at the table in the cabin, Builderman was staring at Shedletsky deeply. Shed smiled at Builderman before suddenly, swiftly getting pinned down onto the table while Builderman yelled, “SHEDLETSKY YOU SLUT!”
007n7, who was sitting besides Builderman, let out a quiet squeak as he immediately stood up and walked away from the table. The other survivors thought they were just gonna fight, and actually still sat to watch, until Builderman pulled Shedletsky and his pants down.
“Guys, what the fuck?!” Guest exclaimed, standing up from his seat and following 007n7 out the cabin. Builderman was grumbling as he practically ripped Shedletsky’s boxers off, forcing himself into his hole. Shed let out a moan, gripping onto Builderman’s shoulders. Chance was basically staring at them like the FJUCKING PERVRERT HE IS and Elliot was covering his mouth in shock. Builderman reached to grip onto Shedletsky’s thighs, starting to slam into him roughly. The fatass under him would whine each time he felt his hole being torn up by his own boss, drooling slightly. “O-Oh, Buildsy~!” Shedletsky whimpered, and Builderman continued just because of that.
“Fucking harlot. You like being screwed right here?” Builderman asked, panting softly as he pinned his hands down on either sides of Shedletsky’s head, as to which the other man let out a “Fuck yes!” Builderman smirked, continuing to plow him even deeper. “Do you like missing your sword too?” That question was really just a joke, so Shedletsky didn’t reply to it, continuing to trembled and yell under him.
Shedletsky was practically being bounced on Builderman’s dick, the table shaking because of how much force Builderman was using in his movements. Noob was sat down right across from where the two were, looking over, staggered from the fact Builderman was willing to do it right there. Builderman grunted, pushing all the way in Shedletsky’s cunt as he started to grind his hips like that. “Mnh.. d-dude…” Shedletsky whined, arching his back against the table. “C’mon, keep going…!” He panted, and the other gripped onto Shedletsky’s hair as he suddenly came deep inside of him, filling his womb up. Shedletsky gasped, his legs shaking as he looked at Builderman with tears in his eyes. Builderman sighed, pulling out and not even bothering to clean himself up, just pulling his boxers and jeans up.
“…You better not miss again.” Builderman said firmly, and Shedletsky nodded frantically, but he knew he was gonna do that again just to experience this feeling more.
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Builderman was sitting outside the cabin, kicking at the dirt a few times before Dusekkar set a hand on his shoulder. Builderman didn’t notice him coming over due to how silent he was, and he smiled softly. “Hey… You need something?” He asked. Dusekkar was quiet for a moment.
“Builderman… Why did you feel the need to do that on the table?”