Fully Charged

by Nicole Parker

Folding the corner of the page in my book to mark my place before shutting

Ahhhhhh no a dog earer

snatchblaster.

Nope. Don't call it that.

It’s time for mama to take herself to Pound Town.

I like the sentiment. HATE the phrase.

cave of wonders,

My word. You've got a knack for awful phrases

love button

LOVE BUTTON????!?!??

my trusty pink toy. Instead,

I have deja vu

I don’t need any help rubbin’ my nubbin.

Ew.

Let this bunny burrow.”

Okay beastiality

Fuck. I think I’m gonna let this rabbit fuck me.

Okay beastiality

hot box,

Let's not call it that

“Can you morph your dick?!”

“Ah no, little one, I have a variety of pleasure poles I can rotate through to maximize your enjoyment.”

“I’m sorry, did you just say rotate? Like, a six-disc CD changer, but for cock?”

Energize me, Daddy!”

Good lord lol

Why do I feel awkward all of a sudden? Oh, right. Because I’m trying to fuck myself hard enough that a giant pink rabbit with a rotating selection of dildo-cocks apparates in my bedroom. That tracks.

dating is rough y'all

I need you like a circuit needs a load.”

The phrases. I can't

spicy eggplant

NO.

My cream canal puts a death grip on his clam hammer so tight he’s struggling to push into me.

This is givibg Geraldine

The jizz jolt amps me up to my own mind-blowing finish, my juice box squirting lady liquid, drenching both of us.

Wtf

Never did I think I would find true love from buffin’ my own muffin, but I won’t squander this chance. Wattson is mine, and I’m his. Furever.

Imagine going outon the town with a giant bunny