They stood patiently in waiting The only thing that stood between the 5 freaks and the nauseating spectacle in the next room was a closet door Armed with whips and lassos, they lingered in anticipation They had drank enough to kill a small elephant and the tension was beginning to rise
Through a crack in the door a blurred vision: A close friend fucking some portly slut he'd picked up We could just make out their voices over the Fleetwood Mac album Which blares a theme to this depraved act of lunacy
The point of the game was to find a sadly obese whore of a woman to fuck During the sloppy fat sex, you secretly pull out and jam it in her ass Upon hearing the deranged shriek of the creature, Drunk men with intensions of mass humiliation emerge from the closet to cause Unrelenting Havoc The point is to stay inside her for eight seconds
As they heard the roar - they piled from the space with great haste One lassos the bitch like a fucking cow, the others whip her mammoth stomach Massive panic sets in Desperate attempts to be released from the ass grip were over come by Intense frustration Overwhelmed with pain and degradation she collapses to the floor
They laughed and roared then hog-tied the whore She was left in the street with hands bound to feet
The morning sun will bring her toll A blistered belly and soar assholeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
