i like my women like i like my _____________.
I like my children, how i like my woman.
Bound in my basement and on the brink of death
pedophilia is not joke faget. you are all fucking immature assholes
its anzu. and yes she is adorable. just wait until you hear her cute af accent on yt
That fact that something as hideous as I shares a planet with someone so beautiful is proof that there is no god and the universe is absurd and without purpose.
Naw. Just join me in adoring this insanely cute creature and forget about the ugly things in this world.
Hello. Hope you're having a nice new year so far.
did you go watch her yt videos and hear dat accent?
Sure did. She's so incredibly sweet and demure. It makes my heart hurt in both a good and a bad way.
Anzu is a shit tier Roach. Post best Roach instead.
>i like my women like i like my chicken
hot, white, and finger-lickin good
You know you find her heartbreakingly adorable, anon. You're acting out because she makes you feel a joy you're not used to.
She just posted this about 10 minutes ago.
You've been hanging around /b/ too long. Not every girl has a penis, anon; no matter how badly you want them to.
I like my women like I like my compressed files.
Easy for me to read but esoteric to prying eyes..
Reliable when called upon and able to hang out symbioticly. (only benefiting each other)
Probably unable to exist irl.
Why don't people understand that this kind of thing is why I sleep so much?
Typical /b/: sees something cute and wants so badly for it to have a penis. Sorry your creepy uncle raped you.
Your right about one thing anon, I have certain strong feelings coursing through me. An unrelenting urge to destroy this thing that somehow survived the Holocaust that weebs worship for some reason.
she is still a cute without makeup
A cosplayer wearing tons of makeup? The hell you say?!
Give into the cuteness. Don't be a bitter anon longing for a cock to suck like these other guys.
Compressed files aren't as reliable as you'd think, but I agree with this anon.
What's with the ant pic, dawg? You save this from that dickhole who posted like 100 Anzu pics in a thread yesterday but made sure they were all too small to fap to?
does anzu shave her pussy bare? can she even grow pubic hair with her loli disease? can anyone confirm?
I like my women like I like my cats. Performing the Fusion Dance.
Fuck off Anzu, you'll be the first to go in the state purge.
Thanks! It was posted last night and I just saved link as. I appreciate the bigger, better beauty.
You're beyond saving if her beauty doesn't touch your heart. I'm sorry, anon.
Simple Google search, my friend. But now that you know, you too can enjoy her pure cuteness.
>/b/: sees something cute and wants so badly for it to have a penis.
This... jeebus for the love of Christ/Allah/Shiva
>i like my women like i like my eggs
underdeveloped and over easy
I want to convince Anzu to cosplay as Joan of Arc out in an isolated field somewhere, then tie her to a pole for a photoshoot of her being burned at the stake, but then make her realize she’s been tricked and is actually going to be set on fire with a torch I’ve carried over from a nearby campfire I’ve set. I want to watch the look on her face when she realizes she is going to be killed on a whim for the amusement of someone else, then watch her cry and beg for her life and promise to do anything. While she’s pleading, I want to rip open her shirt and start manhandling her tits while telling her I’m thinking about letting her live. Though she does not enjoy this in the least, she will not resist it in any way, wanting to do or allow whatever it takes for any chance to save her own life. I’ll keep bringing the flames closer and closer to the pile of kindling at her feet, driving her insane not knowing what her fate is going to be.
I’ll get her to say all kinds of humiliating things about herself as her life rests in my hands, get her to reveal shameful secrets about herself she’s hid away from the world in the hopes of release. Finally, I’ll get her to promise to fuck me while she’s tied up right out in that field as soon as I let her down if I spare her. As she nods her teary, trembling face shamefully, I will reach behind her to begin to untie her hands, then suddenly pull away and say, “Changed my mind!” and toss the torch at her feet.
I will watch the look of panic play over her face with delight as she screams and begs. I will walk out of her sight. She will think I’m leaving her to her fate, but I will actually be going to quickly grab a large bucket of water I’ve hidden just behind her. I will then throw its contents over her head, soaking her from head to toe and dousing the flames before they can do more than lick her feet a bit.
She will shriek at the unexpected sensation of the water hitting her. A look of confusion will come over her panic-stricken face, as it takes her a moment to process what has happened. She will realize she has been spared, and start sobbing uncontrollably, but now it is more exhausted than panicked sobbing, the immediate crisis having passed. I won’t even give her a minute’s reprieve before I’ve removed her from the pole, careful to quickly rebind her hands and feet as soon as they are liberated each in turn to prevent her escape. Then will I force her down onto her knees, kneel myself and violently press her face down into the dirt, and start tearing apart the lower half of her costume. I will then brutally ravage her cunt as her soaked, tattered costume hangs over body, and as I press down on the back of her head forcefully with one hand. She will be having difficulty breathing all throughout this ordeal; it was already a struggle to catch her breath between her sobbing and frightened hyperventilating, and now her face is being pressed into the ground as well.
Once I’ve finished, I will immediately get up and kick her over onto her side, then start dragging her across the ground by her feet back over to the campfire. The sun will be setting at this point. I will tie her to a nearby tree and rip open the whole top half of her costume, allowing its shredded remnants to hang about her waist. I will kiss and grope her for a bit, then head over to the campfire and start heating up the ends of some pointed sticks. I will enjoy myself the rest of the evening switching between molesting her and burning/poking her body with these sticks. I will play games with her, making her choose where she “wants” to be burned and what kinds of torments she "wants" to suffer.
As the night winds down, I will finally take off the rest of her clothes and retie her a bit so that she is suspended off the ground and tightly roped to the tree, the bark digging harshly into her back, her legs spread apart and tied foot-to-thigh, her arms tied at the wrist and drawn back behind her in a very uncomfortable position that makes it hard to breathe. I will finger her pussy a bit while kissing her along her neck, cheek, and ear, then I will shove the sharp end of a long stuck up her vagina so that the tip is just barely brushing her cervix. I will secure the other end of the stick into a form-fitting hole I’ve made in the ground in front of her to keep it in place. I will then whip the shit out of the entire exposed front of her body with a single-tail, and finally give each of the soles of her feet a harsh caning until they are red and bruised all over. I will make her count out the cane strokes, thank me for each one, and ask for more.
Finally, I will rub some sugary paste all over her breasts, labia, inner thighs, and upper arms, letting the bugs have their way with her as I head into my tent for a good night’s sleep.
It's a shame she doesn't show her feet too often. They're so cute, just like the rest of her.
>Weeb trash roach
I don't want what you perceived as being 'saved' then.
>Should have filled the bucket with lighter fluid.
I'm not even going to bother reading the second paragraph.
Agreed. I'm only found like three pics ever, and they are never displayed very prominently.
Thanks! I didn't have that one!
She's way too adorable for this world.
Disabled cat. Broken, fatherless, toilet trained, and easy to push off of furniture.
Hey, if there's no grass on the field, play in the mud!
Just keep your trap porn on /b/ an out of /pol/ or we else.
She could just have really thick eyelashes. Pic related my own eyes. No I am not a girl.
Which board did you come from?
i like my women like i like my Argentina. white and sophisticated
I don't think it was the next day, but this is the only other one of these I wrote:
I want to spend a cozy winter night indoors, reading by the fireplace in my bathrobe with Anzu naked, hogtied, and ballgagged on the rug below my comfy chair, being used as my footrest, with a buttplug tightly wedged into her asshole. I want to have made her drink about half a gallon of water several hours earlier, so that I am now also forcing her to hold in her piss, and casually pressing down hard on her lower back with my foot from time to time. I will occasionally pause from my reading to kick her and tell her to shut up when she moans in pain and discomfort, but aside from that, I will mostly ignore her and treat her like a piece of furniture. After I feel I’ve enjoyed my peaceful evening of reading, I will get up without a word and go off make myself a late night snack while she lays there on the rug. Then I will come back and continue using her as a footrest while I have my meal. After I am done, I will ungag her and probe around the inside of her mouth a bit with my fingers, stimulating her gag refelex while she tries to work out the cramp from having had the gag in there so long. I will pull my hand out of her mouth and wipe her spit on her eyes and nose.
She will then beg me to let her pee. I’ll just flatly say, “No,” and walk away. I will come back with a flogger. She will be squirming within her bondage at this point from trying to hold in her pee, fearful of what I may do to her if she pees on my rug. I will tell her she was very rude earlier for making so much noise and distracting me while I was trying to read, and that she is going to be punished for that. I will flog her ass and bound feet, making her count out the strikes and thank me for correcting her. Once I’m done punishing her, I will make her apologize, explain why she was in the wrong, and promise to never do it again.
Her voice will be strained, she will be speaking very fast, panting, and sobbing a bit, absorbing the pain and degradation while trying to endure the pressure on her bladder, the relief of which is steadily becoming the only thing on her mind.
While she is apologizing to me, I will be inserting the handle of the flogger into her vagina, and wiggling it about in all directions inside of her. I will be critiquing her apology while doing this, telling her whether or not I feel it is sincere enough and that she is truly sorry for what she did. After teasing her a bit like this, getting increasingly desperate apologies out of her as she tries to rush to whenever the part comes that I finally allow her to pee, I will remove the flogger from her pussy and tell her she is forgiven, but warn her not to do it again. I will walk around to be standing in front of her face, then I will kneel down and pull her chin up so that we lock eyes. She will quickly avert her gaze for a moment, but then look back at me with pleading eyes. Between heavy pants, she will ask once more in a quiet voice for me to please let her pee. Her bound legs will be shaking back and forth with the tension of holding it in. I will say nothing, but slowly bring the handle of the flogger to her mouth. She will stare down at it; somewhere in her mind, she probably knows what I intend to make her do, but all she can think about is finally getting relief. She will look back up at me and meekly say, “Please?!” again as I lightly press the end of the handle against her lips. I will tell her, with an annoyed and disappointed-sounding voice, “Not yet. You got my toy dirty, slut. You have to clean it first.” I will then shove the handle of the flogger into her mouth as she cries out loudly in protest. Her eyes will close and she will begin to sob, her whole body now vibrating as she tries to endure this pressure.
Every second is agony to her now, and she has no idea when I will finally grant her the relief she so desperately needs. I will dismissively tell her to shut up and that she can hold it for a bit as I roughly force the flogger-handle in and out of her mouth. I will release her chin with my other hand and grab her roughly by the hair, pulling on it to keep her head elevated instead as I face fuck her with the flogger, occasionally ramming it into the back of her throat and making her gag hard.
I will complain that she’s not putting much effort into cleaning it, and tell her to use her tongue to clean off her musk. Once I feel she has made some token efforts in this direction, I will tell her she still isn’t doing a very good job, and that she’s causing an awful lot of trouble today. After few more seconds, I will quickly yank it out of her mouth, a stream of drool linking her bottom lip to the end of it for a moment before it falls onto the rug below. I will attentively inspect it, sigh, and say that this will have to do. I will say, “Everyone has off days, I guess,” as I wipe the spit off the handle onto her scrunched up, crying face. She will be trying to catch her breath after choking on this object, and beg yet again, much louder now, to be allowed to pee. I will sit down in front of her face, and pull her by her shoulders across the rug until her head is between my legs. As I untie my bathrobe, pull it aside, and expose my throbbing cock to her, I will tell her she can’t pee yet, explaining that all she has done so far is atone for the mistakes she’s made tonight; she has not done one GOOD thing all evening, and is still asking for special treatment and to have me go out of my way to help her without having done anything nice for me.
As I bring my cock closer to her lips, I will tell her that if she sucks me off, I will take her to the bathroom right after I cum as long as she gulps down every drop of my seed; all the while she will be shaking her head, her eyes pleading as she pants and moans things like, “No!”, “Please!”, “I can’t take it anymore!” Finally, my cock will penetrate her lips and enter her mouth. She will moan in protest as its length slides into her, and I will lay back on the rug with my hands behind my head, telling her, “The sooner you finish, the sooner you get to pee.” I will just relax there and let her work me up to orgasm, passively enjoying her teary face sucking and sobbing on my dick as she quickly accepts the situation, and struggles to focus enough to get me off as fast as she can and finally earn her longed-for relief. Once I’ve finished blowing my load down her throat, I will slowly sit up and pull out of her, pressing my palms against her cheeks and lifting her head up so I can see her eyes. She will be trying to catch her breath yet again and looking at me expectantly. I will say, “Close your eyes,” as I grab the flogger from off to the side. Without any warning, I will lightly flog her across the face a few times in rapid succession. She will shut her eyes out of instinct on the first blow, then scrunch up her face, keeping them tightly closed and biting on her lower lip as she realizes what I’m doing. As I hit her, I will tell her not to complain when I ask her to do something again. After I stop, she will be full-on bawling; her hogtied body will fall over onto her left side.
It will briefly cross my mind to play a game where I tickle her for one minute and tell her to try to hold it in, with a harsh penalty if she can’t, but decide she’s had more than enough as it is and that it wouldn’t do to go back on my word to her.
I will stand up, and she will be afraid that I am about to leave her there again, and will scream, “No, please! You promised!”, each syllable stretched out by heaving sobs. I will say, “Shut up, we’re going,” pick up her light little bound, quivering body, and speedwalk down the hall with her toward the bathroom. Rather than untying her a bit to let her use the toilet, I will set her down hogtied just as she is in the tub, with her head toward the drain. I will pull up the stop on the drain and tell her she can go anytime. She will protest, clearly not having expected this, and I will tell her that if she doesn’t have to go after all, we can just go back out to the living room. She will quickly mutter, “No, no, I’ll do it!”. She will close her eyes and take in a deep breath as she resolves to essentially piss down her own chest, face, and hair, then she will finally cut loose. A long sigh of satisfaction finally attained will escape her lips.
She will be peeing for nearly a full minute, and at some point in the middle, she will shit out the buttplug I had crammed into her; she had practically forgotten it was there. I will pick it up by the end. While she will hear this, she will assume I’m simply removing it from the tub; her eyes still being closed, she will be quite surprised when she feels yet another hard object being forced against her lips. She will quickly realize what it is and press her lips tightly shut, muttering, “Mm-mm! Mm-mm!” and shaking her head in protest as piss continues to stream out of her. I will slap her face, then bring my thumb to her other cheek to squeeze her face and say in a firm and impatient tone, “Anzu: stop. You’ve been very bad all night. I didn’t even tell you could shit this thing out. Open up.” She will squeal and moan, keeping her mouth tightly closed, but I will finally use my free hand to wrest open her jaw from below and shove it in.
Stop posting thumbnails and kys
She will let out a loud, defeated moan as she tries in vain to pull away from it, and I will tell her that I’m not taking it out until she’s cleaned it off. She will stop resisting, just as she finishes voiding her bladder, but will still not be actively fellating her buttplug, hoping that I will be satisfied to just leave it in her for a few moments. I am not. I will tell her to get to work as I pump it around her mouth a bit to motivate her, and she finally take the hint and work it over a bit as I hold it in place so she can’t force it out. I will order her to use her tongue. With a sniffle, she will do so, gagging even more and struggling to hold back the urge to vomit. After a few seconds, I will remove it from her mouth, wipe it off in her hair until it’s dry, rub it hard just below her nose to leave the smell there, then shove it back up her ass dry. She will be crying softly. I will walk toward the bathroom door and say, “Have a good night, slut. That better still be in there in the morning,” then shut off the lights and step out to head to bed, closing the door behind me and leaving her for a night of peaceful slumber hogtied in a puddle of her own urine.
Yeah, it's definitely not as good as the original, I won't deny it.
Let's see your Anzu BDSM fanfiction, then. Show us how it's done, anon.
Fucking Anzu. None of her pics ever worked on me, until I saw this.
Don't know why, but I find it mesmerizing.
God, I want her. Why even keep living knowing that I'll never be with her?
Turkish Beetlejuice ain't got nothin' on the real deal.
Devote enough of your time to stalking/creeping on her, and you may be able to plan out an elaborate kidnapping and live out your dreams. She has almost for sure been doxxed, although her stalkers seem to prefer keeping the details on the down-low. She also travels widely, so if you live in one of the important First World countries, you will definitely have your chance. Just believe and don't give up.
Not an Anzu fag but I don't get it? Why does she have a red square between her legs?
Those aren't her legs, it's a close up of her chest/upper abdomen from the pic he >>'d to. Still not sure what he's trying to draw attention to, though.
I like my women like I like my Chevy... strong, American, loud and stays with you forever.
I like my women like I like my concept of self, the sentient consciousness that enables us to think and reason abstractly, and separates us from animals, which without I would be nothing more than a mere husk of a living being.
He has his own JewTube account if your interested.
I like my women like I like my muses: full of spunk, and crazy as a lark!
Indeed, I hope we can save if Turkey collapses. We must protect his smile.
Expect return fire then, he's a /k/omando too.
Pedo trolls. kys
Warning, pedo's ITT.