11:08 a.m. - 2008-06-03
Jane and Boz get it on
Jane took out her brush and started smoothing Boz's tangled crotch hairs with it. Along with the dried jizz, there was Hi-C grape, cheez whiz, and some Freedent gun stuck in his pubes.
"God, this gets me so hot doing this to ya," Jane remarked casually.
Boz arched up his hips and let out a big groaner. "Sex fart for you," he declared.
Jane put down her brush and inhaled Boz's big fart fully. She was ready. Her pussy was sopping wet from smelling the stench and her stretch-marked tits were aching.
Boz reached up his hand and grabbed the right one. "Damn, baby. Feels like your bag has lost a little juice."
It was true. Jane's silicone tit had ruptured a week ago, but she didn't have enough S&H green stamps to get it fixed. She climbed on Boz's Cheetos-stained cock and began grinding away.
"Oooh yeah," she said as her cunt quivered, at the same time puking up a little of the left over spunk from Boz's last foray into her vag some short time before. It smelled funky.
"Unh. Unh. Yeah."
"Fuck."
"God, I just came."
"Oh me too, baby."
Jane died later that week.
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