भाईचारा समूह र तुम्हें बिना कंडोम

Frat house full of bros, beer spilled on abs, pledge holes open for the line. Upperclassmen pass the pledge like a bottle—every cumdump ya brotha ready to dump a load. Group groans echo off keg party basement walls, last night’s alcohol still on breath, morning hazed rush Greek letters sticky on skin.