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I had another one of those weird sex dreams where I'm in a big, comfy chair and you're hard at work between my legs. Your face is covered in something glossy, too thick to be sweat and to sweet to be me. It is then I notice the Krispy Kreme box on the coffee table and it all makes sense.
Wait, no it doesn't. Did you go bobbing for donuts? How'd it get all over your face? How'd you eat nine before I even noticed we had them? You're skinnier than I am! You're full to the breaking point and still eating.
I guess what I'm trying to say is: I hope your stomach explodes when I orgasm you greedy bastard.
Wait, no it doesn't. Did you go bobbing for donuts? How'd it get all over your face? How'd you eat nine before I even noticed we had them? You're skinnier than I am! You're full to the breaking point and still eating.
I guess what I'm trying to say is: I hope your stomach explodes when I orgasm you greedy bastard.