"Fuuuck! Keep going!" Larry groaned.
Flex currently has Larry pressed up against a book shelf in
Doom Library™️, his extremely hard a-and thicc contorted
Guy-Fry-Sasage-Link pumping hard in and out of Larry's mushy ass cheeks.
Flex snaked his hand around Larry's
Front and began jerking him off,
Larry yuted in pleasure at the sudden contact. "Yyyooooouuuuuu!!!"
(Soulja boy)
Flex buried his head in the crook of Larry's neck and kept on thrusting and pumping. They were both so
Extremely close to they's release.
"F-fuck, I'm so close. This feels so-"
Flex was suddenly cut off by the sound of a teeeennnyyy
Tiiinnnnyyy engin noise.
He stopped thrusting and
The two of them looked back.
Beep beep
They looked down, and there it wus.
a small 1953 red Buick Roadmaster Convertible.
"Let me guess, it feels."
He looked to the wall.
"Incredibly great?" He winked.
They both gasped in unison.
"Stuart!" They called out.
It was him, Stuart Little himdselve.
"Now, dont let me bother you, I'm on my way to the kitchen for sum cheese. You two love birbs carry on with your fuck making."
Stuart advised and kept driving.
So they got back to woik.
"Fuck me harder Tata!"
Larry yeellssed.
Flex (Tata), fucked Larty haarrder than e v e r before.
Books started falling from the shelf left and right! They were practically tearing the shelves down!!
They held each other tight as their
Orgazms got closer and closer.
"F-f-f-f-f-fuuuucckckkkkkkckck!?!?"
They screamed.
It even woke Cliff up! That's not very nice fellas.... *sigh*
hopefully they'll learn to keep their orgasms down next time.
Sorry Cliff.
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Doom Patrol Smut
HumorPlease don't take this seriously. I'm writing this just to mess around and make my friends laugh and hopefully to make you laugh as well. Also it's kinda like a writing exercise... Anyway, read at your own risk.
