I awoke the next morning with my carp cavity still foaming. I thought it was over but his stilton spear had other ideas. My cake hole was so full of balony pony and rooster snot, the magician's wax was salivating down my chin and onto my chest puppies. By now, my salmon slit was salivating like a George Foreman grill. He launched a giant butt nugget on my mosquito bites just so he could consume it up like a bulldog eating porridge. With my fishy flaps now much like a bucket of smashed crabs, he thought it was time to start stuffing my oxo orifice. Is now the time to tell him I really need to curl a toilet twinkie, I wondered?
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