The copulatory gaze

[rosebaby3892]

Because as the neighbor on the landing at artdeséduire.com said, séductionbykamal (yes, you know, the site where the author posts photos of sad Spartans when they have digestive problems ) here :

“I have a nice car. I’ve had a successful career. My resume would make any guy green with envy. I even wear the latest Armani! Why isn’t she crazy about me? Why am I still single??”
That's true, why?

And following this reasoning: why isn't everything that doesn't have a Y chromosome c level executive list completely overcome with love for David Douillet? A great mystery, my seductive friends. Perhaps she hasn't seen the car up close enough? Or that the sweet roar of the exhaust pipe doesn't speak to this uneducated woman? As for your job as a trader at Fuck & Fuck Brothers Inc , why doesn't it turn the little heart of your loved one into compote? It's incomprehensible! Money and cars, what more do they want? Huh? No, but ho?

Well, Kamal has answers. And not just a few. For example, he has a secret weapon:


Meanwhile, with the X-Men.

“Quick, guys! Magneto’s up to no good again! I need volunteers!
” “I, Cyclops, am in! With my laser gaze, I can destroy the toughest obstacle! See this wall… hop! Exploded!
” “Excellent! Who else?
” “Me, Gorgon! With my petrifying gaze, I can turn any being into stone. See this coypu… hop! Petrified!
” “Perfect! Is that all?
” “No! There’s me, Kamal! With my copulatory gaze, I can copulate with a single glance! Look, Professor Xavier! Hmmm… aaah… ooooh yes….
” “But! Come on?!
” “Yessss… hmmmm… it’s so good! Raaah…” “Bloody hell…
look away! Stop, I feel dirty! 
” “Ho! Ho! Ho! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaarhhhhhh!” Haaa… haaa… haaa holy cow… I… damn, I think I just ruined my underwear.
– Okay. Leave this school. Now.


"Look, premature ejaculation isn't some mysterious power, so you need to go home, okay?"
And what does it take for the copulatory gaze to make a young lady suddenly feel overwhelmed by the intoxicating warmth of love?

Make your eyes look as sexy as possible by widening your pupils.
I think someone just recommended taking drugs. Still, it takes drugs to read stuff like that. And even more so to write it. In any case, ladies, your secret is out: as soon as a guy stares at you with dilated pupils, you lose all control over yourself, tear off your clothes while chanting his name, and go crazy for him, as the title of the article suggests. And if he also pulls out a knife to order you to give up your bag so he can buy his drugs, then you faint with pleasure. Something like that.