Shane x Onision hard smut sexy hot fucking hard

shanes musty asshole

how the fuck are you still reading this. my friend couldn't even make it past part 3 on my trump x pence one. y'all are immortal.

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it's 6:00am.

"AaaaaaAHhhHhahGFddErGhHAHAHAHHhzh ~ PLEse FuCk Me HaRDeR~~~ Shawty's like a melody in my head
That I can't keep out, got me singin' like
Na-na-na-na, everyday
It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay
Shawty's like a melody in my head
That I can't keep out, got me singin' like (ayy!)
Na-na-na-na, everyday
It's like my iPod stuck on replay (J-J-J-JR), replay" shane moaned out loudly. the entire neighborhood could hear his screams of pleasure and lust. 

"be quiet or ill go harder dady" onision whispered sexually.

that sent chills down shane's spine. it turned him on so damn much. onision started fuxking him harder and harder every minute. his legs were shaking and he was about to climax.

"Samsung - 5.8 Cu. Ft. Self-Cleaning Freestanding Gas Range - Stainless steel" shane dawson moaned loudly as he climaxed his yellow disgusting rotten mcdonald's fries smelling c*m all over onisions face.

"what the fuck dude that's gay" onision sounded pissed.

"tf u say? butch we got socks on don't worry you lil bitch boy" shane was ashamed and annoyed.

"bruh i will literally fucking divorce you with your ugly greasy mcdonald's frying station headass. don't even fuckin test me bitch boy" shane dawson yelled while storming out of onisions house, ready to make a conspiracy theory on him.

"don't even fucking test me bitch at least i don't look liek a fucking cardboard cutout and when i stand i'm not built like a fuckinh bowling pin" onision snapped back.

they both started fighting eachother. who knows what these dumbasses did next. they prolly make a conspiracy theory on eachother.

              ~to be continued~