Hope's not the right word
But its the first word that comes to mind. Hello my name is STA, and Im a Big Chuck fan shocker there huh.
I barfed again the other day after training. When you exercise "hard enough" the body builds up and flushes out latic acid, so long as you keep training your not gonna toss your cookies. Thats the trick just dont stop and you wont be doing the invisible blow job dance, being straight its never a good look for me. But it does make me think back on all the woman that gagged on my hog over the years. With every labored step, I cant stand this feeling like a raquet ball slamming inside my stomach and up my throat,after you stop the more you move the better chance you will :puke: .When you stop your body stops flushing out the acid and you become toxic so this is its reaction, exercise induced vomitting.
Its to big whatever it is to come up, everything just squeezes but wont finish. God is punishing me for all the times I thrusted my man down a willing chic's throat :hump: . I knew they couldnt have liked all of that, I mean Im not the biggest fan of pussy licking but its the end result that makes me do it. Her all screaming and cumming, maybe that works both ways. Back to the parking lot :puke: finally some half digested steak comes up and I feel a little better, the rest of the night its a zombiefied trance from hitting it that hard,again. Nothing feels right and I still have to go to the store to shout out the blood on my shirt, sometimes you just bleed and dont realize it. Most people never know what its like to give all of themselves to anything, I do it 4 nights a week.