Hey reader, welcome back, so...
you think you have a strong stomach...
let's see...
we will start this tale of provocative sin
back when Roger was alive and fucking
we both had scars back then
but not like you see in my picture...
Imma take you back to Halloweaster
where Roger and I played with melted chocolate
mixed with our blood... mmmm delicious...
this was the day he chopped off my leg
stirred it in the melted chocolate
then licked it off before giving it back to me
not how you're thinking, might I add...
Oh no... he had me lay on my back
as he shoved it straight up my crack, heel first
it's sad to say that was the first time I'd ever squirted...
my foot reached places his little tail couldn't
flicking his tongue out between my toes,
licking off the cum I'd just gushed all over...
Who knew I would feel his tongue tickle...
the leg had been butchered...
before I could sew it back on
I giggled so he spanked me with it...
causing me to squirt again...
This one so powerful
it splatters Roger back into the chocolate...
that's when I pounced, thinking,
oh yes, now it's my turn!
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
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Comments3
Oohh, not pain, Kitty - no thanks! lol. Just the tickle then, not the slap. heehee.
Roger and rabbit, it's like a double helping of cream, and that's before the chocolate's introduced.
Brilliant fun write katie.
Andy
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