SHE WAS BENT OVER THE TOILET BEING SICK I WAS IN DIRE NEED TO RELIEVE MY ACHING WICK SHE HONKED DOPWN THE BOWL LIKE WORSHIPPING A SHRINE I'D MADE HER DRINK TOO MUCH RED WINE WITH A PUKE-LADEN TONGUE,SHE EYED MY TOOL DICED CARROT AND SWEETCORN AMIDST THE DROOL A CORN-KERNEL LODGED UNDER MY FORESKIN AFTER ONE LICK AN UNEXPECTED TURN-ON OR A CRAZY TRICK? THE SMELL OF VOMIT,PLUS EXPECTED SEMEN JUICE AND MY BOWEL MUSCLES WERE ALSO LOOSE HER STENCH OF PUKE WOULD HAVE SUNK A NUKE BUT I QUITE LIKED IT,NOT KNOWING WHY I SAT ON THE SEAT,SHE PUT HER GUMS AROUND MY DICK AS DIARRHOEA POURED OUT AS QUICK AS THE SEED FROM MY WICK A COLD SUPRISE FOLLOWED,SHE PULLED THE CHAIN TOGETHER WE SHOWERED,SHARING GOLDEN RAIN
Reason for writing:
lIFE IS FULL OF SUPRISES
Birth sign: Capricorn
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