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Be-cray-al

The day of Y/N and Henry's date dawned and Henry was flexing his big crab biceps in the mirror, before donning a sexy black button-down and slipping on his 30 carrot gold cross necklace that hung perfectly between his sexy crab pecs. He pulled a pair of dark skinny jeans over his musky boxers that could barely contain his hugantagalamanasorous cock.

He wore 5 gold (very very expensive) wrist watches so he could be on time, and they were so thick and expensive that they traveled all the way up his crab arms.

He left his room, and grabbed a piece of fish bread on his way out the door. He sauntered down his crab home path, his cheeks clapping with every stride. As he walked through the fish town, everyone stopped to stare at his thundering crab thighs and beautiful sexy abs. The crowds of fish (schools?) in front of him stopped to look at his hot body, inadvertently parting the way for him like Moses, his senpai, did to the red sea. He grabs the piece of fish bread he still holds in his mouth with his crab hand, and turns his head quickly to sexily rip the bite he had off from the bread. This makes all of the hot lady singles watching him (and the luscious gay dudes, we don't discriminate in the land of the lord) fall to their knees and start begging him for sex. Unfortunately for them, he turns around and looks them all up and down before saying "Sorry everyone, I reserve my body for the lord only". At that, they all start crying out with attraction and an orgy breaks out behind him as he scuttles away.

He cleanses his mind of sex, replacing it with the holy light of the lord as he arrived at the fish cafe. The smell of fish coffee filled his throbbing, pulsating nostrils before spotting her. She was just as beautiful as the day before, with heaving bazonkas barely contained in a white tube top with a leather jacket over the top. Her nipples could be seen piercing through the fabric, like Jesus's hands were pierced with nails on the cross and they were red, like the christ lord's blood. Her leather skirt was low waisted and short, hitting her knees! Henry balked at the shameless display of her sinful skin, his powerful crab Weiner standing to full attention as he made eye contact with her bellybutton, the fleshy cavern calling out to him in carnal desire. He longed to put the belly button fluff hanging out of her in his mouth, feeling her forbidden flavor melt on his tongue before swallowing. His thoughts were interrupted as Y/N stood, shimmying her 3 foot 8 frame towards him. He grabbed her hands and kissed them

"It's good to see you, m'lady." He hummed "You look beautiful. Though..." he trailed off, deciding to educate her on the bible's teachings of modesty later, when she had warmed to him more. Y/N stared at him quizzically,

"W-w-w-w-what?" she chirped, and Henry panicked as he searched for an answer to cover his verbal slip.

"I... I just think your style is so different to yesterday." he blushed, Y/N grinned and twirled lubriciously, her lewd leather skirt flying up.

"D-do you like it?" She batted her provocative fish eyelashes at him and he nodded silently because he is so cool and mysterious before moving to order the two coffees. He didn't even need to ask what her order was because the two were so sync that he knew.

He handed the coffee to her, his crab muscles almost flexing out of his shirt and Y/N took it. Her hands were so tiny and cute that the short Starfishbucks coffee looked like a venti in her feminine grasp. They made their way to a table and sat.

"So... What are your hobbies?" Y/N asked.

"I like lifting at the gym and crushing puss."

"Wow! You work at an animal shelter! What a kind person."

"Yes, the Lord commands us to treat others as we would treat ourselves, and that applies to all of God's creations, including wet pussies." (They're wet because they're under the water, under the sea.)