part 3

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i still couldnt find my limited addition golden spongebob butt plug the next morning. my legs were broken, but that didnt stop me and papito Johnny to go for round 45..😏 pappy uwu daddy stuck his 7.0375839 foot shaft of delight into my gaping pink rim - it burnt a little, so papa stroked his cold pistachio balls against my own bum tickler. i forgot where i was, but all i can see and remember is papa johnny's tentacle sliding through my hall way... but there was suddenly a knock, i remembered where i was, still in the stall from a couple of days ago. papa went to go seek the answer to the knock, he peeked through the door to only see randy marsh standing with an eleven-foot tall "rolling pin"
Randy's toes were spread like peanut butter on a stick, ravishing and fresh, i felt the urge to lick them clean😩 but i hesitated, i still hadnt finished round 45 with my future baby daddy, papa cummy.
Papa Johnny looked at me, he shed a tear of weewee, i slurped it from his vision left ball (tasted like toaster cheese on a hot winter lego set🥺). i winked at them both, randy immediately shredding his clothes off, allowing us to peak at his wonky bacon eater and his moldy meatballs; i gripped on them hard, swinging from them just like a diamond pickaxe from mineshart, dingily golden nuggets i say..😈
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after 9 hours of pure 'vanilla' of thy feed the kitty and the three person push ups, we have all successfully filled the creamed donut. randy's toes were sticky, but i felt something cu-coming.
Randy turned to me and got down on both knees, thinking he'd start sucking my aid planter, but no, he spoke words of wisdom. "Ashyballs.. i think- i think we should get high together... just you and m-me.." he blushed, i held in my scream realising papa johns is beside us watching this happen in the very moment. he was flabbergasted and too stunned to speak. his got up and left, carrying something in his hands which i couldnt quite see, i wonder. before johnny shut the restroom door on us, he mumbled something under his breath, something that was just loud enough for us to hear,
"was my cheesy incher not cheesy enough for you, ashyballs..?"

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part 4 commung sono🥺😈🦶

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