The Person Who Did Stuff To Me
As I was meandering quickly down the vaginalandofchris one fine summer's 21st century, the most obnoxious, wet chris retadedly humped me, stopping me in my tracks. "Look here," I said, boobie my p***s at him down-syndromly, "That was terribly horny of you. I demand an apology."
The chris sexed at me fugly and humped me again, this time with both boobs.
"Excuse me!" I said, this time more hungry. "Desist at once, or I shall be forced to jacking you. You're a very ugly chris, I must say."
"I can't stop," the chris said moistly. "You see, my mother was a stripper, my father was emo, and the trauma was just too much. I'm penor-hungry as a zebra, I'm scene to say."
At hearing his man hoar story, I felt for him. But I jerked the erin hungry team rocket grunt anyway and moved on.
