That Moment
That one moment of Epicness when you meet the mayor of North Little Rock for winning the American Legion Junior 3 position Marksmanship Championship and he gives you your own day. :)
Today is my day BITCHES!
… Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hilda was sitting on the floor, her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.
Hilda gasped when she saw a reflection in her bedroom mirror: through the slightly open door, she caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared her cabin. She stood and spun around, her breasts swinging heavily with the momentum. She grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless Torolf (which was seriously his name) quivering with desire in the hallway.
Torolf was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter – hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Hilda’s rich chest.
As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm.
“Hilda,” Torolf murmured thickly, his throbbing meat wand pressing against Hilda’s warm thighs. “There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden desire.”
Hilda had been waiting to hear these words. Her heart was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect joy. She saw herself and Torolf happy together, bathed in the golden light of love. Her snooch got all warm, too.
“Torolf,” Hilda moaned, her lush teats straining with desire. “I need you.”
Torolf, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently.
Hilda looked at him expectantly.
“Oh, sorry,” she added. “Torolf, I need you – sexually.”
At hearing those beautiful words, Torolf flexed his rough-hewn abs and Hilda found herself being guided to her soft bed by the sheer force of Torolf’s undulating midsection. She parted her thighs in anticipation, exposing the soft pink petals of her clunge.
Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.
Hilda clutched at the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy and her hands. Her spongy love mountains hurled to and fro with each pounding. Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.
Then Torolf moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as Hilda spasmed with so many orgasms!
The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room.
Hilda got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. She glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop.
She walked across the room and picked up her towel, still wet with shower water. “Torolf,” she said softly, “there’s something I have to tell you…”
But her bed was empty.
Torolf was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, Hilda heard the fading sound of galloping abs.Hilda heard the fading sound of galloping abs.
Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm
omg this is worse than any fanfiction I’ve ever read
i don’t know what to make fun of first
her buttermilk bosoms
stinky scent of lovemaking
oh my god
Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.
Hilda spasmed with so many orgasms!
MEAT WAND.
MEAT WAND.
I CAN’T. I’M SCREAMING.
yes.
LITERALLY SOBBING WITH LAUGHTER
“Torolf, I need you – sexually.”
that was the point at which i lost it and fell off my chair I DON’T KNOW WHY THAT’S SO MUCH WORSE THAN THE REST OF IT BECAUSE IT’S REALLY NOT I JUST CAN’T HANDLE IT IT’S JUST SO
REDUNDANT
also have you ever in your life experienced dick parkinson’s please report
i am in love with this
its like somebody went
what is the worst, most obviously bullshit thing i could possibly write and still get money for it
“spongy love mountains”
WHAT IS DECENT WRITING
I’m dying omg
galloping abs…
galloping abs
I CANTJMDGKHFGHFHF
hahahahahahah wtf?! XD
ANGST
It is brought to my attention that I am developing a hatred for people in the hallways at school. Seriously… STOP GOSSIPING AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY YOU STUPID MORONS!!!!! CAUSE NOT ONLY DO I HAVE TO GET TO MY LOCKER, I ALSO HAVE TO GET TO ALGEBRA 2 UPSTAIRS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FUCKING BUILDING. YOU CAN TELL YOUR MORON FRIENDS, WHO IM SURE DONT GIVE TWO SHITS ABOUT YOU, ABOUT HOW YOU HATE SCHOOL ELSEWHERE, NOT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING HALLWAY THAT YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS DECIDE TO FUCKING BARRICADE.
That Moment
When the new girl walks into class and someone points out that she is high as fuck and she starts to freak out cause she didn’t think that anyone noticed. Then people start naming other potheads and it turns out that half your english class smokes pot.





