Yes ayyy boys and gows gather round. The Teri-fying tales of nob scratchit continue with this amazing instalment from yours truly ;)
Nob Skatman scratchit knocked on the door of fezziwigs sex dungeon and carpet emporium. The portly gentleman ripped the door off its weekly oiled hinges and welcomed blob matchit inside. As they walked past rows of unseasoned carpets and raging sex pests zlob vatchit began to feel aroused.
Fezziwig saw the glint in the little cratchy boys eyes and slapped his pulsating batty.
"Cum here my boy and I will show you the wonders of this place" fezziwig bellowed from the halls of the sex dungeon. As they walked down the halls knob scratchit felt his girthy pal tighten in his extra tight boxers that Scroge had provided for him from Tesco.
They reached the end of the dingy corridor and fezziwig swung open another door. Wob latchit couldn't believe his eyes . The big fuck off turkey that was bought for the Christmas Turkey was getting absolutely pasted by the ghost of Christmas past.
Scratchits tight undercrackers could not hold his meaty member anymore. Pwang they shot across the room hitting the thrusting ghost in the face. The ghost hit the ground with a loud thud. (Thinking out loud by Ed Sheeran begins to play) the ghost was deceased. Knob scratchit walked over fezziwigs paw in one hand and his third leg in the other.
They both paused and looked at each other over the spirits dead body. As Ed sheeran finished singing on the radio knob let out a little whimper as he came.
He woke up in a sweat. The outline of his extremely wet dream still staining his linen bedsheets. "Thank god", he said as he stood up the gooey remains of his cheeky dream smothered his resting wife. He walked to The toilet and had a piss, making sure to record it for jav ears listening purposes, and walked back to his room. Collapsing on the bed he fell asleep again fading back into his crazy dreams.
Fin x
