Bouncy

by B. Sobjakken

Every jump swung the giant schlong between his legs, leaving nothing to the imagination about his weapon of mass vaginal destruction.

“He’s looking to add his banana to that fruit salad.”

“You know, batter-dipping the corn dog. Creaming your twinkie,”

“Bringing the al dente noodle to the spaghetti house.”

If I let myself consider that she watches because she’s just as attracted to me, I know I can make the moves to devour Acacia’s untouched honeypot.

“Go ahead, baby. Lick me like your favorite ice cream. Swallow me down like your favorite milkshake,” he purrs at me.

He usually smells like fresh eucalyptus, but it has a salty hint to it tonight. Probably the venom that spewed from his trouser snake.

“And I’d like to munch your krabby patty.”

I'm dead lol

“Oh my god. What are you saying? He ate your whisker biscuit?”

You’ll feel the weeds in front of your mud dungeon if it’s not pruned as well.”

IM SCREAMING 😂😂

“Then lemme shave your stink wrinkle first, and then I’ll have my buffet of muff pie.”

Pleaseeee 💀😂

I grab the shaving cream, slathering up her stench trench. She’s a good girl and doesn’t move as I take my straight blade and shave her little chocolate starfish bare.

I AM HOLLERING 💀😂

“You want me to pop your cherry?” I nod, arching my hips so the crown of His Majesty slides down my unprotected pink palace.

Dead 💀

My eyes widen at the noise so similar to flatulence even though I know for a fact my buttcheeks aren’t flapping. Tears water in my eyes as I blink up at him. “That wasn’t…I didn’t—“ “Shhh, baby,” he says, his hand pressing down on my lower stomach. He surges forward another inch. “Your tight, tiny canal is emptying for me. It’s my victory horn.”

His pace is relentless, I barely hear the second fart-like noise over the slapping of our skin. I don’t have time to feel humiliated as Callum groans. “Fuck, keep that pussy tootin’. Make room for my baby gravy, love.”

“I’m already hard again just at the thought of the smashed cherry bits smeared all over me. I’ll be patient before plowing your field, I don’t want to damage my favorite crop.”

“Birthday suit on right now and then slide down my pole.”

😂😂

His fingers reach down and make sure my center is moist enough to take his anaconda. Callum pulls his hand back, hawk tuahs a huge glob of spit, and then stuffs the lube into my core. Lifting me, he lines us up, and I sink down.

Not the hawk tuah 😂😂

“One day soon, these are going to leak with boobie broth and I’m gonna guzzle it down all day,”

Boobie broth 😂😂