Post by The Mighty Mjaeder! on Feb 24, 2011 22:52:05 GMT -5
Slosh and Sweetness lay naked on his bed, all sweaty and post coital, and you can think Jeebus that Slosh’s junk was covered by a conveniently placed blanket, because believe you me, you do NOT wanna see that shit. Slosh looked half dead, as he’d nigh been f*cked into a coma. Sweetness, however, full over her ill-defined magicky goodness was still ready and raring to go, staring at her studly man stallion hungrily.
“Mmmmm…” she breathed seductively, “Come on, lover boy, time for another round…”
“Sssoorry, babe…” Slosh mumbled, eyes half closed, “I’m f*cking spent…”
“Nah uh…” Sweetness replied, reaching under the sheet to work Slosh’s other cane, “You’ve got a lot more in you…”
Actually, he didn’t. F*cker was friggin’ dehydrated, his balls nearly inside out. And despite her tender care, Sweetness could not get his ol’ Johnson to stir. She wasn’t giving up however, and started kissing his neck and moving lower.
Truly f*cked out, Slosh just couldn’t take another go this soon, so rather than fight his lovely, or, you know, talk it out, he weakly reached up and knocked off her hat. Sweetness promptly resumed her former state as a non-living Singapore cane.
Slosh laid motionless, eyes barely a slit for a long moment before his eyes slowly rolled over to the fallen hat. They then rolled down to his spent member… back to the hat… back to his spent member… Glancing around, Slosh made sure no one was looking (good thing he can’t see us, right?) then picked up the hate, pushed down the sheet, and brought the hat down over his groin…
”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
…be thankful I didn’t make you watch that shit. You’d have been f*cking scarred for life…
*shudder*
“Mmmmm…” she breathed seductively, “Come on, lover boy, time for another round…”
“Sssoorry, babe…” Slosh mumbled, eyes half closed, “I’m f*cking spent…”
“Nah uh…” Sweetness replied, reaching under the sheet to work Slosh’s other cane, “You’ve got a lot more in you…”
Actually, he didn’t. F*cker was friggin’ dehydrated, his balls nearly inside out. And despite her tender care, Sweetness could not get his ol’ Johnson to stir. She wasn’t giving up however, and started kissing his neck and moving lower.
Truly f*cked out, Slosh just couldn’t take another go this soon, so rather than fight his lovely, or, you know, talk it out, he weakly reached up and knocked off her hat. Sweetness promptly resumed her former state as a non-living Singapore cane.
Slosh laid motionless, eyes barely a slit for a long moment before his eyes slowly rolled over to the fallen hat. They then rolled down to his spent member… back to the hat… back to his spent member… Glancing around, Slosh made sure no one was looking (good thing he can’t see us, right?) then picked up the hate, pushed down the sheet, and brought the hat down over his groin…
”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
…be thankful I didn’t make you watch that shit. You’d have been f*cking scarred for life…
*shudder*
