What Passion Spontaneously Transpire

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

The Olympic Vulcan wasn't just a stainless steel barbell. She was a bearing verified tensile bar. Highly reflexive steel with a smooth and sweet quick rotation. She was indeed a pussy magnet assistant fortifier.

The smooth, cushioned bench cried to me with a flamboyant male voice, "Let me take you from behind, feller!" Gliding the disinfectant wipe over that leather reminded me of wiping my penis off after a pump and dump. The seat cried to me again, "Hurry up! Lay on me, big feller!"

I slide the last plate along the bar. I then power clapped once and screamed, "ARGH!" The treadmill vaginas quickly caught my alpha announcement. I cried again, "ARGH!" Veins were erected along my neck. I was ready to tear these bitches apart!

A weak, scrawny petite woman yells back, "Sir? Could you please not do that there in the Judgement Free Zone?" Ugh. I wave her sight away and proceed to GET THIS BITCH DONE! ARGH!!! I backdrop on the bench and clap my hands again. The fragile butter crack approach as I clench my fingers around the cold steel. She clears her throat.

"Can I help you with something, little lady?" Her distraction bullied me.

She looks down to her crotch and then, with wrinkled brows, gazes at me. "She can use a punching."

I look and see her vagina has eaten some of her pink spandex. There was a deep crevice. "When I get done tearing my bitches up," I said, then peeking at her sky-blue eyes, swiftly back to her vagina. "I'll tear your shit up."

"Now!" While nudging her knee against my waist, she demanded.

"So be it! Argh!" I followed her to her SUV and tore that shit up, nigga!

Half of an hour later, we were both arrested for public indecency. During our rough sex, spectators watched us through the front windshield while calling the police.

Luckily, she and her husband were lawyers, so he had bailed us out under one condition. "Can I watch next time?"

"So be it! Argh!"

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

 

[Aladin]

The Olympic Vulcan wasn't just a stainless steel barbell. She was a bearing verified tensile bar. Highly reflexive steel with a smooth and sweet quick rotation. She was indeed a pussy magnet assistant fortifier.

The smooth, cushioned bench cried to me with a flamboyant male voice, "Let me take you from behind, feller!" Gliding the disinfectant wipe over that leather reminded me of wiping my penis off after a pump and dump. The seat cried to me again, "Hurry up! Lay on me, big feller!"

I slide the last plate along the bar. I then power clapped once and screamed, "ARGH!" The treadmill vaginas quickly caught my alpha announcement. I cried again, "ARGH!" Veins were erected along my neck. I was ready to tear these bitches apart!

A weak, scrawny petite woman yells back, "Sir? Could you please not do that there in the Judgement Free Zone?" Ugh. I wave her sight away and proceed to GET THIS BITCH DONE! ARGH!!! I backdrop on the bench and clap my hands again. The fragile butter crack approach as I clench my fingers around the cold steel. She clears her throat.

"Can I help you with something, little lady?" Her distraction bullied me.

She looks down to her crotch and then, with wrinkled brows, gazes at me. "She can use a punching."

I look and see her vagina has eaten some of her pink spandex. There was a deep crevice. "When I get done tearing my bitches up," I said, then peeking at her sky-blue eyes, swiftly back to her vagina. "I'll tear your shit up."

"Now!" While nudging her knee against my waist, she demanded.

"So be it! Argh!" I followed her to her SUV and tore that shit up, nigga!

Half of an hour later, we were both arrested for public indecency. During our rough sex, spectators watched us through the front windshield while calling the police.

Luckily, she and her husband were lawyers, so he had bailed us out under one condition. "Can I watch next time?"

"So be it! Argh!"

The story Continues​

Harr she blows!
Says the lawyer while watching his white vixen wife suck your dick. She is masturbating, softly rubbing her clit. Muffled moans press from her cock filled mouth. Her husband has a 1977 super 8 camera trained on her dripping cunny. Oh yes, he announces, OH YES. This will make for good dippings, these drippings. He drops on his back and slides under her gushing vagina and bathes his tongue in the ambrosia spurting forth from the holy hole. YES YES he screams, still miracously holding the camera perfectly still. The man must have arms of steel from masturbating so much.

Suddenly a child on a big wheel comes around the corner. This is where the fun ends, you think, but hold up! That is not a child! That is a midget cop with a midget cock! He summersaults across the hot tarmac behind the 711 parking lot where the most astonishing thing is about to happen: He jumps the cuck and makes quick fuck. In chains the lawyer lays while midget with his anus plays. So you keep fucking and you pleasure the wife dutifully. You all lay breathless and panting on the asphalt, it is hot, so hot outside today oh brother!

Golly Gosh! Says the Lawyer.
What great fun this was ha ha! Here man, buy us all drinks, we deserve it! He hands you a whopper wad of doublemat, a green mile, a bundle of jeffersons thick as a bricklayers thumb.
You oblige and go.
You buy 5'O, a gallon of sprint and then you hop in your 1970 McLaren M8M Can-Am out front.
You are about to turn the ignition when you remember that this car has more T than a ford model T chasing Huns across the ragged earth of Verdunz in 1918.
You sip the Zippy Water and throw the cups overboard.
Moments later, you are ready.
Seatbelt 18 is secure. Lift Off!



The Primal scream of the Guzzler richochets off the sourrounding residental dwellings. You step on it and the car does zero to 200 in 4 seconds. In the mirror you briefly catch the lawyer running out to watch you go. He gives a thumbs up, a true cuck. Then he vanishes from sight.
You can be in Mexico in a week and a half.
As you devastate through civilians areas in your machine, alternating between busting ear drums and pace makers, your only thought is "damn, that was some good fucking pussy."
​

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

The story Continues​

Harr she blows!
Says the lawyer while watching his white vixen wife suck your dick. She is masturbating, softly rubbing her clit. Muffled moans press from her cock filled mouth. Her husband has a 1977 super 8 camera trained on her dripping cunny. Oh yes, he announces, OH YES. This will make for good dippings, these drippings. He drops on his back and slides under her gushing vagina and bathes his tongue in the ambrosia spurting forth from the holy hole. YES YES he screams, still miracously holding the camera perfectly still. The man must have arms of steel from masturbating so much.

Suddenly a child on a big wheel comes around the corner. This is where the fun ends, you think, but hold up! That is not a child! That is a midget cop with a midget cock! He summersaults across the hot tarmac behind the 711 parking lot where the most astonishing thing is about to happen: He jumps the cuck and makes quick fuck. In chains the lawyer lays while midget with his anus plays. So you keep fucking and you pleasure the wife dutifully. You all lay breathless and panting on the asphalt, it is hot, so hot outside today oh brother!

Golly Gosh! Says the Lawyer.
What great fun this was ha ha! Here man, buy us all drinks, we deserve it! He hands you a whopper wad of doublemat, a green mile, a bundle of jeffersons thick as a bricklayers thumb.
You oblige and go.
You buy 5'O, a gallon of sprint and then you hop in your 1970 McLaren M8M Can-Am out front.
You are about to turn the ignition when you remember that this car has more T than a ford model T chasing Huns across the ragged earth of Verdunz in 1918.
You sip the Zippy Water and throw the cups overboard.
Moments later, you are ready.
Seatbelt 18 is secure. Lift Off!



The Primal scream of the Guzzler richochets off the sourrounding residental dwellings. You step on it and the car does zero to 200 in 4 seconds. In the mirror you briefly catch the lawyer running out to watch you go. He gives a thumbs up, a true cuck. Then he vanishes from sight.
You can be in Mexico in a week and a half.
As you devastate through civilians areas in your machine, alternating between busting ear drums and pace makers, your only thought is "damn, that was some good fucking pussy."
​

Ugh. I got lost at "... a whopper wad of doublemat."

 

[Aladin]

Ugh. I got lost at "... a whopper wad of doublemat."

like a wad of cash, a whoppin chuckful

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[BigJimsWornOutTires]

like a wad of cash, a whoppin chuckful

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I understood you were referring to currency. I had difficulty cinching car mats to cash under metaphor.

 

[Aladin]

I understood you were referring to currency. I had difficulty cinching car mats to cash under metaphor.

yeah, i shoulda fixed it jeez louise

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

yeah, i shoulda fixed it jeez louise

My goals are usually humorous (sick and twisted nature), that is, and of cringe flavor. I want the reader to feel violated and ponder, "Why am I reading this garbage?" Ah, yes. Nice. The way Daddy likes it.

So instead of a wad of carpet mat, I would've written, "He tossed a bundle of crumbled bills and a knotted plastic bag of pebble worth of white substance. He quickly snatches the bag away, saying, "Shiet nigga, I aints parting with my bumps."

 

[Aladin]

My goals are usually humorous (sick and twisted nature), that is, and of cringe flavor. I want the reader to feel violated and ponder, "Why am I reading this garbage?" Ah, yes. Nice. The way Daddy likes it.

So instead of a wad of carpet mat, I would've written, "He tossed a bundle of crumbled bills and a knotted plastic bag of pebble worth of white substance. He quickly snatches the bag away, saying, "Shiet nigga, I aints departing my bumps."

i like your style kid