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“Fuck, fuck, fuck! As hard as I can! I’m gonna pound you, I’m the gingerbread man!”
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! As much as I can! I need to fuck things, I’m the gingerbread man!”
“Suck, suck, suck! As hard as you can! You’re gonna blow me, I’m the gingerbread man!”
“Strip, strip, strip! Take off those pants! You’re gonna be impaled on my gingerbread lance!”
She felt him kneel down behind her, and his fingerless hands caressed her bottom.
“No, no, no! Your pussy is wet! But you’re not quite ready for my gingerbread yet!”
Her sugary lover didn’t seem to care if he got caught. All his attention was on the rolling pin.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! As hard as I can! I’m gonna pound you, I’m the gingerbread man!”
“Come, come, come! Fast as you can! I’m fuckin’ you hard, I’m the gingerbread man!” he cried in his high, jovial tone.
“Here we go! I’m gonna pop! And you’re gonna swallow every gingerbread drop!”
The gingerbread man’s cum tasted like cinnamon roll frosting, the richest, creamiest frosting she’d ever tasted.
“Oh, you know. It’s a… gourmet frosting.
GINGERBREAD MAN FROSTING Suck, suck suck for ten minutes on high heat. Fuck, fuck, fuck until thoroughly beat. Stroke, stroke, stroke until I come. Recipe makes one cup of delicious frosting.
