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OHHHHHHH baby, your long, droopy nipples are like my mother’s outie belly button. I’d do little tongue twirls on that bad boy, too. Make a Cheerio sized hole with my thumb and finger and hold it by its base. If I stimulated just right it would stand on its own. It’d be like a little boner. I'd suck on it so hard I’d get the sexiest headache. I breast fed until I was nine-years old. Fucking so sweet! I’d squirt some chocolate sauce in my mouth and, and, and get a slug and some pop candy and swish it in my mouth. Ummmmm so goooood. Then I'd french her. Like that? That's brautwurst. You like that don’t you, you fucking little slut? That's rhetorical. Did you breast feed? Wait don’t answer that. I’m in the zone. Ummmm your bark dry honey-hole reminds me of my mom’s crusty appendicitis wound. I’d jab my pudgy fingers in that too. You. Are. So. Freaking. Hot. Oh, shit your asshole tastes like my mom’s 9-volt batteries. She kept them in her hearing aid. When she was sleeping I’d take them out and lick them just like a fucking pussy. Oh Yeah! You like that. That’s not a question, that’s a statement baby. When she woke up I’d tell her how hot I thought she was. But she couldn’t hear me. Sweet nothings, baby.... You have the foxiest low self-esteem, baby. My mom’s self-esteem really blew too. After dad left she was all like, “I neeeeed bon-bons. I neeeeed bigger clothes. I neeeed a man for vagidation.” But she didn’t need that. She had me. My mom’s the best. Can I put it in now, or what?
Date Written: June 26, 2005
Author: scoop
Average Vote: 4.45