I can spell boobies on my calculator though i'd like to see yours.
Slowly, Edgar tip-toed up the stairway. The place smelt like cinnamon oil and incense. Edgar felt like he was being watched. Candles lit the triangle of copper skin exposed by the spreading of K-Y on her exposed cunt. She watched expectantly as Fred tried desperately hard to unzip his jacket. Moans from the wardrobe resonated through out the quiet dark room. Edgar unexpectedly smirked, knowing his sensitive nipples were protruding through the holes in his new lacy pink corset. Fred pinched his arm expecting, a dream to end. Finally Daisey crawled out toward the middle of the slippery floor, carefully avoiding the numerous puddles of wet clothes. Meanwhile, Edgar pulls on Daisey's garter making sounds that no one can describe. A cheesy grin appeared from Daisey causing sheer delight within Edgar's lacy pink mouth, wet from cognac, stinking from last nights lush encounter.
Edgar turns around, startled by the scream Fred formed when someone struck him on the bottom of his balls with a spiked paddle. ''bad boy Rover" Daisey yelled
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I gotta feeling...in my pants
Unhygienic arrogant people that think they know everything.
Guilty
Have you ever had a STD?