A poem, for the ADCs of League of Legends

by HygenicFrank

A support player, writes a beautifully articulated peom about their ADC master and their admiration and respect for such a difficult role.

I wanted to play League so I loaded the game
Brood and tall my ADC stood, with a well built frame

"The man of my dreams here with me"
"This is it, it was meant to be!"

Lane was won with tooth and nail
"My dear support, I knew me you could never fail"

Bending me over and whispering in my ear
"Hold steady support, your reward is near"

Readying myself for what as to about to come
I clenched my cheeks, preparing for my ADCs dong

Pounding my ass with great speed and finesse
Attack speed makes you thrust faster, who would have guessed?

After a rough pounding my ADC finally said
"I am about to cum, turn over and ready your head"

His firecannon of cum showered me with glee
One hundred stacks of semen, made their escapee

For in the end a support is a cumdump for their team
Made for their ADC masters, as it always has been