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There's nothing I'd like more than
to fiddle with
someone else's bits while
God peeked his head into my bedroom, shyly, coyly, and asked, "May I come in?" I laughed and said, "Of course you can, you fact turd-fucker! You're God!" Unassumingly he eased his way past the jamb and sat on the edge of the mattress, and asked
"what's with all the stains? Are you pissing yourself or do you just have incredible orgasms?" It seemed obvious to me that the answer was the latter, however my answer was not sufficient so I was forced to
kneel before the feet of the May Queen and pay my respects to the vanquished. I lurched forward to spectacle myself, and clutched ruthlessly her hips. As she tried to run away, my grasp clamped tighter, until I was riding her like a mechanical bull, and t
the butcher