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.

lmaoo

“He’s looking to add his banana to that fruit salad.” I blink. “What?” “You know, batter-dipping the corn dog. Creaming your twinkie,”

sounds like something my bestie would say lol

“You could probably still see if you stand behind the desk. I tend to work harder when I know I have an audience.”

Okay Cal with the flirt

“I want it more than I want the air to breathe.” Her nose scrunches. “I like you breathing.” “And I’d like to munch your krabby patty.”

lmaoooo

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

He ate her what now lmao

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

mud dungeon??!!! hahahahaha

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

stoooooooppp lmaoooo

I grab the shaving cream, slathering up her stench trench.

bruhhhh lmaoo

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.”

my front, squeezing at my fun bags. “One day soon, these are going to leak with boobie broth and I’m gonna guzzle it down all day,” he whispers into my ear.

boobie broth lmaoo