[quote=Pig Iran][quote=Joe Mama]Surprisingly enough, this answers a few questions I have...
Yeah, like why you feel so connected to Nowhereman--you think the exact same way...
I learned it from watching you.
Yeah, but I was just joking around, man...Good Gob!
It's true, that damn karaoke makes my legs shake with horny anticipation...
I wanna lick his bald head a run my hands along his asscrack as he sings I'm All Outta Love by Air Supply
I love when Snarf drinks the Man Chowdah straight from my full-ripe lactating breasts. All the while cupping my oversized melon balls gingerly----ever so g-i-n-g-e-r-l-y.
You stay away from Snarf he's my Pennsylvania penis-sheath! He keeps my cock nice and warm and sometimes he lets me stick my balls in him at the same time. I draw a nipple on his bald head because then it looks like Salma's tit and i can pretend I'm straight.
Snarf is my little Papi, my sexay lolli-pop man. He feeds me 12 pizzas like I'm a Roman emperor eating grapes. Then I eat up Snarfs for desserts--I lick and chew his toes like lolli-pops.....mmmmm, my little Papi lolli-pop man. Then I kill his man-microphone...I rock that shit like Snarf rocks out 3 Doors Down--3 inches down my gullet of gluttony. Snarf gluttony.
When Snarf visits me the first thing we do is take my action figure collection and insert it, one figure at a time, into each other's anus. Then he sings all my favorite songs using my cock as a microphone. But when he sings a Toad The Wet Socket song it's time for discipline. I shove the used socks I bought from rex on ebay in his mouth and spank him furiously. I say Bad Baby! Bad Baby! and pound that ass until he cries. Then I stroke his ass and coo at him and say Good Baby Good Baby. I take the socks out of his mouth and fill it with my genitals which he suckles like good babies do. Then we fall asleep in each others' arms and i make him breakfast in the morning. I want to marry Snarf and be his wife. He'd be a good husband just like he's a Good Baby.
Sometimes I like to pretend that I'm Cheetara and Snarf is my nanny instead of Lion-o's. I'm bad...I act bad on purpose..spank me, spank me Snarfs Spank me till my breasts start jiggling and swaying.....purrrrrrr...purrrrr...I stroke my Bostonian, Cheetara pussy (of course it's really my ass) as he spanks me harder...I loved to be spanked as hard as the Yankees spank the Red Sox. I wouldn't trade Snarf for Red Sox Season tickets...I loves him that much. Snarfs sticks a baseball in my mouth to quiet my rapture, and says "Cheetara you bad, bad whore" and "Thunder, thunder, thundercats Hoooooo" as his sword of Omens grows larger and delves into my craving anus (or my Bostonian, cheetara pussy as I like to call it). I cry out as his Philadelphia Freedom pours into my cavity, and my breasts sway in the New England breeze....I wouldn't trade Snarfs for anything in the world, not even Red Sox season tickets[/quote]
I like when me and Snarf play a game where I'm a cow and he has to artificially inseminate me. I spread my ass cheeks wide and he slides his forearm into my asshole. I grunt and moo and he slides his arm out to the wrist and in as far as the elbow. Over and over he works my ass with his microphone-muscled arm. My asshole is loose enough that he could go up to the shoulder but I don't want to seem greedy. Once I've blown my load I suck it off the floor and spit it up Snarf's anus, then I graze of his pubes and tongue bathe his Penisylvania and balls. He slides his body into my ass like I'm a warm, waiting sleeping bag. I clench my muscles until he comes but never so hard as to break his ribs. I love him too much to hurt him with my gaping man-cave.
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