MN Manmacker's mansploitation
“See? Total retard. Thick as custard. Not instant custard either, the proper stuff.”
“Oh, wait, wait, you gotta hear this, I took this lugnut to an antique store,” Mr. Gregarian said amid a pile of chortles. “Hey Rocky, say ‘I’ll meet you at the rare mirror area’.”
Rocky rolled his eyes and flared his nostrils. Then, enunciating as clearly as possible, he said, “Uiiih’ll meet’choo — meet you — at de — at the — rauuuh mee — raimmerrruh — air me ruh-“
“See? Total retard. Thick as custard. Not instant custard either, the proper stuff.”
From Rocky the Bouncer
Men gonna be paw-paw yumming all over her in that thing. Thumper snuck peeks at her pair in the mirror. They was jiggling up and down like untrained seals.
Men gonna be paw-paw yumming all over her in that thing. Thumper snuck peeks at her pair in the mirror. They was jiggling up and down like untrained seals.
Tits is nice nowadays! The real ones anyway. Sweet as glazed ham! Lotta ’em was fake though. Miriam’s daddy owned a strip club, Lipsweet, where Thumper worked the door. The bitches there got fake ones, mosta ’em. The fake ones don’t jiggle right, they move like robots executing a jiggle maneuver. Real ones just jiggle. Miriam got real ones. Tits like a summer night.