"Yo, what's up? It's ya boy KSIolajideBT."
Rang in your mind. The demented screams. The mangled laughter. Engrained in your temple, as you lay in bed, circling your nipples with the tips of your fingers. Your brain ceases to forget the venerated image of the marvelously mocha man, and a tear wells in your eye, your fingers pressing harder and more vigorously against your pert nipples, as even just a mere thought of KSI sends your mind, body, spirit, and most importantly, libido racing. As you reach a climax you begin to yell, and arch your back, bucking your hips into the air. Unbeknownst to yourself, a small orb of light energy appears in the corner of your room, dimly lit by the moon's ethereal light. The orb grows larger and brighter, catching your attention. Your eyes widen in amazement, your cheeks and lashes still wet from the tears. Saying nothing, you watch the ball of light spin, warp and form a figure before you. When the light faded, a familiar face met your eyes. It was KSI. KSIolajideBT to be exact. You cover your mouth in surprise, gasping.
To be continued?
