The story of a slightly insane, soggy, bloodthirsty otter. It's not that bad I swear. The moist boy looked down and saw the little slice of toast between his legs licking up the sweet moist nectar that missed his mouth. Stroking his crust, Moistie moaned and encouraged the toast to continue... *i was not high and will never be high while writing this. Enjoy a look into my brain?*
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