jaren began to run for the door, blood running know his juicy thighs, he doesn't skip leg day. suprislgly jaren thot, hey that kinda felt noice! but didn't vocalize it in fear that his wife would bite off other appendages. as jaren made his way to the door, karen disappeared to the kitchen. jaren tried to throw the front door open as quickly as possible but befpre he could get out, his wife's two large bowling ball like silicone chachas turned his skull into a fucking pancake.
in jarens final millaseconds of life before being crushed to death by his wife's brilliant chest, he thought to himself "if i still had a dick it would be throbbing."
jarens limp corpse fell to the floor making a odd slapping sort of noise. his blood and brains oozed out all of his crevasses, flowing out the front door. karen stood above, tummy full of yummy microdick, tits red with blood, and thought to herself,"i'd like a number 9 with no pickles."
she sliced her tits off and died instantly. the house remains abandoned to this day, and rumor has it if you sit still and listen hard, you can still her jaren saying "come over and suck my dick you dumb whore." the end. wait for book two."
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the haunting of jaren
Fantasyjarens wife karen slowly lost her mind, this fateful sommer. the reason however, is unexplained. one thing known... is that lares has huge tits. -and killed jaren with them.. what a way to go. written by myself and my friend sutton.
