Suzie and the fairies.
It was a hot summer night. The sun was setting on this hot summer night. Most probably in Australia. In which case that would be dawn of another mundane day of a husband, stinking of sweated whiskey, emptying his bag in a vagina, but Suzie never thought of such thoughts as she had just rubbed her clitoris raw whilst looking on her phone.
She had to get organised. The fairies were coming for dinner and the smell of freshly excited kippers steaming away from a hairy crotch, were a no-no.
The fairies arrived. Bum cheeks squeezing, oozing love from well emptied testicles. Necks bruised from love bites and picking pubic hair from front teeth worn down to stumps from sucking cock.
Suzie has a husband. An old codger, restricted at the age of 94 to a wheel chair with a hole in the seat to pour out his leaking innards. With a Ph.D. in chemical warfare, an inherited estate worth millions and just finished 34 years in prison for murder, he did not really have any desire to live anymore.
He hated fairies. Fucking bum chums. He recalled his own last experience of anal sex with a male. It was in Peru. Love at first sight. He, Henry, the fourth Earl of Fuckyanus, went with Pedro all around the country, checking out the scenes and at night made love doggy style. But things were to go sour as he demanded missionary style. It just became a hateful scene off tangled limbs and love bites that drew blood.
He never really wanted to kill Pedro, but at the third curve of, Mucho Gracious mountain, a rock slide occurred and he and Pedro plunged into the abyss. Convicted of murder because, whilst surviving his stiff member was still stuck up the donkey’s arse.
Suzie was entertaining the fairies. She had organised 20 bricklayers to show hairy cracks, whilst they supped on Champaign. Henry laughed. Supped on his own glass off bubbly and let out a runny squirt with the occasional pop of undigested maize pips.
Timing was impeccable. The fairies dropped like flies as the sparkly drink, loaded with cyanide, kicked in. Last laugh or what? Henry got his first erection in 34 years as he died. Last thought was of Pedro’s full testicles emptying in his arse, a 27 inch knob making his eyes bulge.
The police came. Suzie gave them a short statement. All wrapped up and hush-hush. She inherited the lot, sold the lot, bought a motor yacht for 7 million and went onto Tinder where she would look to get a new lover.
It was a hot summer night. The sun was setting on this hot summer night. Most probably in Australia. In which case that would be dawn of another mundane day of a husband, stinking of sweated whiskey, emptying his bag in a vagina, but Suzie never thought of such thoughts as she had just rubbed her clitoris raw whilst looking on her phone.
She had to get organised. The fairies were coming for dinner and the smell of freshly excited kippers steaming away from a hairy crotch, were a no-no.
The fairies arrived. Bum cheeks squeezing, oozing love from well emptied testicles. Necks bruised from love bites and picking pubic hair from front teeth worn down to stumps from sucking cock.
Suzie has a husband. An old codger, restricted at the age of 94 to a wheel chair with a hole in the seat to pour out his leaking innards. With a Ph.D. in chemical warfare, an inherited estate worth millions and just finished 34 years in prison for murder, he did not really have any desire to live anymore.
He hated fairies. Fucking bum chums. He recalled his own last experience of anal sex with a male. It was in Peru. Love at first sight. He, Henry, the fourth Earl of Fuckyanus, went with Pedro all around the country, checking out the scenes and at night made love doggy style. But things were to go sour as he demanded missionary style. It just became a hateful scene off tangled limbs and love bites that drew blood.
He never really wanted to kill Pedro, but at the third curve of, Mucho Gracious mountain, a rock slide occurred and he and Pedro plunged into the abyss. Convicted of murder because, whilst surviving his stiff member was still stuck up the donkey’s arse.
Suzie was entertaining the fairies. She had organised 20 bricklayers to show hairy cracks, whilst they supped on Champaign. Henry laughed. Supped on his own glass off bubbly and let out a runny squirt with the occasional pop of undigested maize pips.
Timing was impeccable. The fairies dropped like flies as the sparkly drink, loaded with cyanide, kicked in. Last laugh or what? Henry got his first erection in 34 years as he died. Last thought was of Pedro’s full testicles emptying in his arse, a 27 inch knob making his eyes bulge.
The police came. Suzie gave them a short statement. All wrapped up and hush-hush. She inherited the lot, sold the lot, bought a motor yacht for 7 million and went onto Tinder where she would look to get a new lover.
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