Let's find out out where she's buried, /b/!
Quads = Entire coordinates unveiled
Trips = Pick either lat / long to be unveiled
Dubs = Unveils 1 number on either lat or long / ask me a question
That's literally negative 1.
I stood on the bathroom counter, naked, with my back to the mirror, my hands spreading my ass cheeks so far open my anus actually felt strained. My legs held a wide stance, as I peered between them with my head between my knees, staring in awe at the upside-down reflection of my beautiful shit-winker. It was red, wrinkled, and seemingly limitless in depth. A few stray dingleberries were clinging to my long anal-pubes, a result of inadequate wiping. I loosened the grip of my right ass cheek, freeing one hand, then using it to circle the rim of my anus with my index finger in a somewhat tickling fashion. My asshole flexed from the sudden and titillative sensation, involuntary retracting in an almost winking gesture. I giggled, then farted. Expecting to see some kind of cartoon-like green fumes or brown bubble, but instead just watching my little pucker momentarily expand then reseal, returning to it's natural form.
"You're amazing," I whispered.
My wife sat on the nearby toilet, sobbing with her head in her hands. The recent infatuation with my own sphincter was putting a strain on our relationship, one that admittedly wasn't going to be quickly remedied by any form therapy. This was pure love, not just some cheap form of fleeting lust or passing human desire. This was a burning, deep, enchanting devotion from the soul. My asshole was the most beautiful thing I've ever encountered. My wife realized this, and couldn't cope with her recent feelings of worthlessness. Anything we once had was gone - my divine sphincter taking its place.
"I remember when you used to talk me like that," she sobbed. "Look at me like that."
I slowly inserted my index finger inside of my gorgeous turd canal, moaning as my cock began to stiffen, shit residue staining my penetrating digit. My breathing intensified, as my body clenched with orgasmic delight - a perversion so divine.
"How can you flaunt your mistress in front of me like this, gratify yourself like this? How?" she cried desperately. Her voice cracked as her fading beauty-now meaningless to me-seemed to die a little more. She meant nothing to me. My bewitching brown oval consuming my soul with a desire like no other.
Lusting for just one kiss with my poop-chute, I pulled my finger from my ass, tasting it with sensual delight. The sour, pungent taste of fecal matter brought my cock to a complete and raging hard-on - pulsating with every excited heartbeat. Smacking my lips, I savored the grotesque turd juice, as if sampling a fine wine. The pre-cum now dripping with erotic anticipation from my pounding ramrod.
"Hold my ass-cheeks open while I jack off," I ordered my wife. "I want to see my asshole when I cum."
"No! I won't do it!" she screamed in complete distress, the hurt in her voice matching the desperate tears streaming down her face. "This isn't right! It's not fucking right! I'm your wife!"
Ignoring her, I reinserted my index finger up my pooper, while furiously masturbating with my other hand. Angels sang as I began building toward orgasm, moans of enchanting ecstasy echoing off the bathroom walls. My eyes crossed as I screamed with absolute pleasure, I was close, so fucking close.
"Stop it! Stop it!" my wife pleaded.
My strokes became more defined, faster, harder. I cried out in desperation. Almost there...
"Jesus! Fucking stop it! This is our home! Ours!" she cried. "How can you...?"
A tremendous warmth filled me, as my cock spit white gravy in immense, systematic spurts. I continued fingering my asshole, stimulating my prostrate, enhancing the sexual euphoria, as my steaming cock shot thick man juice across the bathroom, clinging in long, mucilaginous strands to the wall. My vision blurred, feeling the full force of the powerful quake. The light faded as I fell into world of unconsciousness, basking in the comfort of my newfound love, and the endless pleasure of an absolute anal infatuation.
Time to an hero. Peace out faggots, you've been a good friend to me over the years.
lefty's kinda hot, i'd fuck.
what the fuck is she doing with these fags though?
also, the new admin's been in for about 2 weeks and he's going to have to go to court.
and 4chan'll be frozen again.
way to go fag, why not just report yourself to the cops.
kI dont really have any friends. I sort of do, but they never call me or text me. I would have to initiate, then i wouldnt want to go out anyways. so i dont ever initiate. life's weird sometimes, i used to be happier when i was a kid.
fucking shit guys. that park near the forest is where i always used to play as a kid, its called Burgoine. sorry to disappoint but i cant do that shit, i called the police and they said they'd have a look
Lol fuck that go dig it up, pussy. If you actually find a corpse and not just a note that says "niggers tongue my anus" then call the cops. Screenshot this thread or they'll think you killed her.
You honestly should dig it up.
There's a very good chance it's not legit. But historically, /b/ has actually solved a murder once before. If it is legit, call the cops and explain to them you wanted to investigate first before bothering them. Then explain how you got the location. Screencap the thread as evidence thereof. It's unlikely you'll be implicated given the existence of this thread, and the fact you have no motive or connection with the victim. If at any point you believe you are under suspicion, request a lawyer immediately.
If you just give them the anonymous tip, there's some chance they'll ignore you. And honestly, the closure a family can get from this is a really big deal. We shouldn't pass on that.
I live kindof close..should I go or are there other anons definately going already
Hope somebody has taken screen shots of this.
>Too much of a lazy nigger to do it myself
>live 5 minutes away, leaving now, be there in 30 minutes
>anon is a faggot liar