It was a frigid night, Sonic the goofy urchin is going rapidly through dimensions, looking for a place to conceal from Zygote-Geezer. Then promptly, he observes that he has nil blonde circlets. Somehow, Audiovisual the furze-pig breezes into Double-Buttocks' lair. The scent of his lair is like fresh penetrated musculus sphincter ani, which is misleading, since Binary Uropygium is octagonal periods old.
Tactile the Erinaceinae spots the Duplex Cauda fox let fall unconscious on the flooring.
-Good evening, gentleman, it is quite a beautiful night, isn't it? says Sonic the ass beater
-H-hey there gorgeous, are you here to fuck a 8 year old gay prostitute?
-Well, of course, young sir, your statements are quite correct. Would you mind if you whooped your cockerel out so i can thwack them together? vocalizes Audovisual the bleou lower-class suburban punk
Twain of the vertebrates get in the sex prison to roleplay as a naughty police officer and a bad inmate.
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Fanfictiona cherishing narrative betwixt an accelerated beryl dyed urchin including a duplet hindquartered tawny hued fox
