"With one hand on his rock hard member and the other searching desperately for a port of entry he broke true love's kiss and looked confused, yet longingly into Seraphim's eyes."
Det är alltå en saga om en man som ska sätta på en sjöjungfru som självklart heter Seraphim, för det är vad sjöjungfrur heter.
"Where do I put it?" He asked between gentle strokes on his throbbing spear. She purred sing-song through the water
Fan också, sjöjungfurur har ju inget, ni vet, hål.
"lightly tickled the head of his shaft and laid her fluorescent orange eggs across the sea floor."
"Spill your seed over them," she sang to him across the sea, "And we'll have a legion of young!"
Men, smart. Sjöjungfrun kan lägga ägg och så kan manen spruta precis hur mycket vaniljsås han vill övet dem.
"Desperately he reached for one of her pert breasts and picked up the motion of stroking that he'd grown all too familiar with as a lonely deep sea fisherman, and thought 'Aw, for goodness sake...."
-the motion of stroking that he'd grown all too familiar with as a lonely deep sea fisherman-
Internet är bara för spännande ibland alltså.
Men nu ska jag gå och lägga mig igen, jag lovar.
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