Homer Simpson: Difference between revisions

Now that it’s in my mind, I can have nothing else. I must ride your gut like Zorro galavanting away from his enemies, the quest of climax on mind, strictly blind to all else except for my wet, wet separation sliding across the hill of your stomach. I press my hips deeply into your body, and for a second a part of your skin almost slips inside, and for a second I die, because the ecstasy has taken control.

 

 

I’ve cum well over a thousand times now, my dear. I’ve grown quite tired I fear. But my body now lies complete, I could greet death as a friend now if I need. Oh Homer. Let me ride you into my version of heaven forever.

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