Once upon a bedsheet, a handsome well hung man thought he would venture to Paris to look for a sexy unshaven goat herder who knew his way around the dungeon in the dark. While in the Louvre, he saw something that completely made him gag. Phyllis who had brought the soufflé© thought it odd and also scary to flash her more than ample buttocks, while she pulled down her eyelids over her bloodshot baby blues. The museum guards, Sid, Bob and Terry, stood in the security room scanning the screens for any untoward or solicitous activities, whilst also watching Blackadder and porn in which Edmund does an impersonation of Percy shoving himself inside of a moth-eaten rabbit suit while eating pie. The guards failed to notice the large and tasty deep fried twinkie caught in the revolving glass door. Lovely Lady Janet, adorned in luxurious white pearls, sauntered in, her hips swaying provocatively toward an erotic opportunity with all the grace of a howling storm wind. She looked up......and saw him stuffing the twinkie.....taking his time pushing it into his big, thick mustache. The creamy soft goo, running all over his favorite leather vest, Her finger traces......through the goo......leaving a sticky trail of sweet, sugary goo on pale thin fingers. She then puts the creamy, wet into her hot, wet, warm waiting mouth. Then she slowly suckles, watching.....his reaction. He burped loudly at that crucial moment. The noise was oddly alluring at to her ears. She crept up behind him and gently at his ears began to lick and nibble his earlobes while running her foot along the side of his leg.
He felt himself, getting harder and when she looked down at his shoes and noticed how big his shoes were, she asked how long his penis was. Her reaction was one of acute shock when he whispered the size of his shoe. She blushed and reached down to find a penny on the ground. Slowly bending over her hem slowly riding up the back of her thighs. Revealing a feminine frippery, just waiting to be ripped to pieces. She stands, hiding behind doors of the empty room. She beckons, whispering, "Did you bring the cherry flavored chapstick, or the blueberry flavored lube?" Horrified, he gasps realizing he forgot, She glares at Her Dominatrix outfit wondering if it's what he wants. Not giving a moments thought to the camera in the birdcage, she unzipped very slowly. The rasping of autumn winds fill the quiet room. Sending shivers of ecstacy up her arse. Causing her whole body to tremble in anticipation waiting for his voice to whisper "Where's the feather?" A wicked smile, as she pulled the feather out from between her her plump breasts holding it in her long fingers, crossed her face. With a wisp and a chuckle he leaned forward to kiss her plump breast. Instead a monkey attacked! The museum guards jumped in and spanked the monkey, which brought out the onlookers who applauded wildly at the somersault into the big bowl, splashing punch onto the giggling cheerleaders who cheered for the Pittsburgh Steelers!
Suddenly, Mother Nature jumped into the throng of activity and tossed a cow, blowing into the crowd, knocking over Superman's big bag of vibrators. Blushing wildly, Superman spun around, throwing cheerleaders into sculptures of disturbingly realistic SPAM that Andy Worhol masturbated over every three years. The dried semen formed the unbelievably lifelike shape of Sarah Jessica Parker holding Manolo Blahnik sandals! Suddenly Catwoman appeared, clearly aroused and showing her whip, she snapped it around Superman's penis watching it turn a purpleish blue. His face was alive with exquisite expressions of joy and inspiration. Cher arrived just then to sing the national anthem. She took a big breath, then she fell over and accidentally swallowed her own botox injected nipples! They were cherry-flavoured. Calling Doctor Pepper! He ran from the hospital, stole an ambulance, and drove it this scene and got away clean.
Lawyers chased him nipping at his heels, hurtling over the slower lawyers. Thankfully, Dr. Pepper arrived and quickly and gave Cher mouth to mouth. Thankfully, she didn't try to sing. Because no one would have survived
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