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Welcome to Onionfarms. All races, ethnicities, religions. Gay, straight, bisexual. CIS or trans. It makes no difference to us. If you can rock with us, you are one of us. We are here for you and always will be.
Welcome to Onionfarms. All races, ethnicities, religions. Gay, straight, bisexual. CIS or trans. It makes no difference to us. If you can rock with us, you are one of us. We are here for you and always will be.
It was a usual night at the office. Just my indian v-dashes, slaving their ass off for minimum wage and doing unpaid overtime as usual. After they all went back to their tiny shared appartments, I decided to take a shower in the office gym. The showers, roomy with their black tiled floors and walls, were actually a very relaxing and a spiritual moment for me when I wanted to escape from the smell of soul-penetrating currynigger I had to spend my time during the day in. As I undressed, I lighted a few scented candles and placed them in a pentagram in front of a picture of Steve Ballmer. After all, he was the true OG CEO of Microsoft. Blessed by His display, I entered the showers. I adjusted the temperature from 'Mumbai' to 'Ballmer', the increase of temperature always makes me sweat and forget about the the stupid KPIs I still had to get signed off. As the water drips down my body and flows over my genitals, I cannot help getting erect. The warm Ballmeresque water stimulates the tip of my penis and I simply cannot resist. Just a few tugs, not more. "Enjoying ourselves, I see?". A tingle runs down my spine. That voice. Could it be? No, impossible. I turn my head towards the voice. A large, heavy built ex-CEO stands in the opening of the shower, his belly barely exposing his large-shapen manhood. "Seems you're due for a promotion soon", he says as he starts walking towards me, sweat already dripping from his nipples before he even takes the first step. "H-hi", I stumble for words. "Don't worry, I can make sure you get that fat paycheck. But first..." he grabs my cock "a little something in return." He tugs me off for a moment, I want to resist, but his grip is too strong... and it feels good too. He stops, grabs my ass and turns me around. "Now, for a little good old fashioned Windows ME". A sharp stab in the rear. I feel it entering. I resist a little, but his thrust is too strong. Faster and faster. "DEVELOPERS DEVELOPERS DEVELOPERS DEVELOPERS"
Windows XP felt like more fun when it was the dominant OS of its time. During an age of early internet and seeing all the content people created at the time on all the little sites like Newgrounds and SA.
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