Now, here's what's gonna happen
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Now, here's what's gonna happen. Miss Wexler here is gonna take off her shoes, and then she's gonna take off her socks, you're gonna put your feet up on the table and start wiggling around your toes. And don't even think about washing them off, I like 'em dirty, and I like 'em smelly. Now after about five minutes of that, I'm gonna start chewing off each of your toenails one by one. Then Mr. Goodman will stick a piper cleaner up my urethra. Now once my dickhole is big enough to holster a Snyder's pretzel rod with extra salt, the important part begins. You two are gonna have your normal run of the mill sex like you always do after a big con; today you're Mia Khalifa and Johnny Sins. Then I'm gonna pretend to walk in on you, that's when Mr. Goodman will be heading to his jerkoff chair in the corner. And don't you dare forget to put on the thigh highs and cat ears. Now once you're all situated I'm gonna lay down on that bed and Miss Sexler will pull her pants down and take a shit on my chest. Now, judging by the taco bell wrappers in the trash can this is gonna be a messy one. I assume your instinct is gonna be to clean it up, I'm gonna need you to ignore that instinct. I'm a dirty little pig boy and I like to roll around in the mud, dirty little pig boys need to be punished. Next to the bed I placed a car battery and some jumper cables, I'm gonna need you to attach those to my nipples and crank it up to eleven. Now, right when I starts foaming at the mouth, Miss Sexler's gonna use her: big, sweaty, smelly, dirty feet, and step on my balls and hard as she can. After a quick silent break, we're gonna go through every single sexual position in the kali yuga. Now, do I make myself clear? I'm gonna be your bull now. Now I need to hear you say it.
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