Zing zing (that's onomatopoeia for ya ya welcome) I bling bling on his dingaling. I shoot up from my dream gasping for air. I can't believe I dreamed of mr. mowery. He wasn't wearing anything but his belt, it dangled around is round plump cock. It was an actual sphere and it beckoned me to it. In my dream I sumo wrestler walked over to him while clutching a small needle. He looked at me with hooded eyes behind his foggy glasses begging me to pop him.
"Hassaaa" he groans and follows it up with a cackle as I gently prick the oozing sphere.
"Ya like it don't ya" I replied as his ripe penis deflated causing a pool of puss to gather at our feet.
"He put a baby in me!" He exclaimed suddenly alarmed.
"Who?" I questioned feeding for the stability of our feeder eater relationship.
"Cook" he screeched in one breath and with that I awoke and sat up. I looked to my right and saw issac sleeping peacefully. I let out a breath thankfull it was just a dream.
I decided to give him a tickle and as I lifted up the covers I saw mr. mowerys head on a crab body. I gasped.
"Save it till two!!!!" It preached and I fell back hitting my head.
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