The Adventures of Cindy

Once upon a time in a magical mystical land, a young lass was awakened by the soft caress of her feline familiar’s whiskers. She threw back the fine quilts and silken coverlets, disentangling her limbs from around her lover’s masculine form. Slipping her feet onto the cool floor boards, she glanced down at the muscles of her gentleman caller’s chest outlined in the pale dawn light against inky scarlet sheets. She glided elegantly across the shining floor and threw open the shutters, just as the sun crested above the skyline of her city, dancing through the morning mist and illuminating the dew dusted city streets of the early hours.

the English translation:

Some chick named Cindy woke up in Manhattan. She hopped off the bara bae’s wanker to see a beautiful sunrise.

Her suitor silently waltzed across the floor, embracing her from behind. He seductively whispered in her ear, “Hello, Cynthia.” The lass felt the waves of air disturbed by his tongue seek their way into the inner folds of her delicately constructed ear, the same color as warm, crispy, delectable, cinnamon toast. His large hands traveling up her bare torso, to find her voluptuous breasts. Enthusiastically tumbling down to the mahogany floor, they succumbed to the fiery throes of passion. They made love for hours, his dripping trouser trout entering and reentering her glistening vagina.

the English translation:

The bae ninjaed across the floor and hacked into the vjjqa with mad seduction skills

THE END (maybe)