Most pertinently this week, we have determined that ‘gamer sex’ is an entirely separate genre of copulation. As distinct, we’d venture, as in the back seat while drag racing down the highway at preposterous speeds sex, or getting copious quantities of hay so far up your asshole you can see it when you open your mouth, in the stable with the farmer’s daughter before Pa returns home with several liters of cheap liquor in his guts and his shotgun Old Betsy in his fat bastard’s hands sex.
If you’ve just exclaimed indignantly “SHIT IN MY GRANDMA’S MOUTH! I MUST KNOW WHAT THE HELL THIS NEW-FANGLED GAMER SEX INVOLVES! IT’S A FORM OF GENITALIA-TENNIS I HAVEN’T PARTAKEN OF YET!”, exercise your clicking finger in the direction of the gallery. Sexiness, insanity and consoles you control via your crotch/’mams/feet await your delectation above.
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