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assalamualaikum wr. wb.
Now everyday, I kneel, I drool, I bow, I worship Yelan's armpits. And those hips are so breedable I would just lose myself and rock my own hips back and forth due to how breedable Yelan is. I'm not downbad, I'm just a Yelan enjoyer.
Yelan is beyond divine. I can't help but drop to my knees in worship whenever I see her beautiful figure. I yearn for her in a way both primal and spiritual. I would commit more war crimes than every president in United States history just to lick the sweet, glistening sweat