Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi!

He remarked, giving my ass a quick slap. "And like a cow, you're going to produce all the milk that you drank this month! I'll also be livestreaming it so you can help pay for all the gallons you've been drinking~ So get comfy, you're going to be like this for awhile!" With that, he put a container over my d1ck and flipped the switch, causing it to suck my d1ck clean until I couldn't stop c3mming. I've been stuck like this for so long, even my moans are starting to turn into moos! Maybe I am just a b1tch cow whose only purpose is to be milked <3

My roommate was really pissed this time. I always had quite the habit of drinking a lot of milk. It was one of my favorite drinks, which caused my roommate to have to buy lots of gallons if he wanted any for himself. One day, he went to get some cereal, when after pouring his cereal he found out that we had no milk left. He came to my room absolutely furious saying "I've had it, I tell you to leave me some but you always take all the milk and you're going to pay for it!!". I thought he meant money-wise, but the next day when I woke up, I quickly realized he meant a different way. I could smell hay as my face rested against the ground, feeling my lower half exposed. I looked back to see my friend behind me. I went to get up but my hands were tied. "Oh hello, I see you're finally awake lil cow~! I was just putting the final touch on" He said, before sliding a cow tail buttplug into me, causing me to let out nervous moans. "Now you're looking like a good cow b1tch!"

You will never be a real Mexican. You have no childhood memories growing up in Mexico, no competent spanish language skills, no genuine cultural knowledge. You are a brown American man twisted by self-hatred and delusions of ethnic grandeur into a crude mockery of nature's natural perfection.

All the validation you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back Mexicans mock you. Your Abuelita is disgusted and ashamed of you, your "amigos" laugh at your incomprehensible """spanish""" behind closed doors.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning, say "buenos dias" to the mirror and spend 10 minutes with duolingo, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
This is your fate. This is what your parents choose when they jumped the border. There's no turning back.

You will never be a real Mexican. You have no childhood memories growing up in Mexico, no competent spanish language skills, no genuine cultural knowledge. You are a brown American man twisted by self-hatred and delusions of ethnic grandeur into a crude mockery of nature's natural perfection.

All the validation you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back Mexicans mock you. Your Abuelita is disgusted and ashamed of you, your "amigos" laugh at your incomprehensible """spanish""" behind closed doors.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning, say "buenos dias" to the mirror and spend 10 minutes with duolingo, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
This is your fate. This is what your parents choose when they jumped the border. There's no turning back.

I Wanted to reach out to you following this morning's class. i really appreciated your contributions to our discussion, but felt that i should follow up with you.

I noticed that, during class, you appeared to consume an entire chocolate cake. Normally i would never be one to police my students eating habits, but i reviewed the class recording and you finished the whole thing in 43 seconds. i'm pretty sure i watched you unhinge your jaw like some kind of a snake.

is everything going okay at home? is your jaw okay? Please let me know i can be of any support.