TELL-A-NOVELA


I thought I’d try my hand at a certain kind of writing, just for (my, anyway) fun:

She placed her sinewy fiellating fists over his dirty love spigot, and started to pry it open. As she grabbed its hairy tentacles, aquivering with the preeminence sprung from their priapic pipelines, she ripped open the scum spigot, and, as if from on high, a celestial pool of white ambrosia gushed across her flushed face.

Cheeers.


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