DJ_Critterus
09-06-2023, 9:27am
I entered in this phrase with key words to add such as dildo and asshole: "Porter had buck teeth and a dildo in his hand"
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Porter had buck teeth and a dildo in his hand, and held it over his gash, trying to rub it in. The look on his face wasn't strange, but oddly compelling. I found myself staring in shock, even when I realized what he was doing.
Then Porter saw me, with my nipples sticking out in greeting.
"What are you looking at bitch!" He screamed at me, still holding the dildo in a rage. "You can't come here and see my gash and then do shit like that! You ****ing whore! Your husband is a ****ing asshole, what the **** are you doing in my yard with your gash, looking at me? Oh, you want to stick your dick in it? Yeah, go ahead! Show me that shit! You ****ing whore!"
"Moss, please go inside," I begged him.
"**** that, Moss, I don't want anyone here watching me. I'll do what I want, like I'm supposed to!"
I had to use the front door to get in after Porter. But when I did, Moss was already on the couch, naked, with a gash in his dong that was seeping blood.
"What the **** happened to you?" Moss asked, and I told him all about what happened at the wedding. I was trying to comfort him, knowing he had been drinking and taking drugs. I was afraid he would hit me in anger, or try to rob me. Moss was a very friendly guy, very protective of the community.
Here's what it generated :ack: https://app.inferkit.com/demo
Porter had buck teeth and a dildo in his hand, and held it over his gash, trying to rub it in. The look on his face wasn't strange, but oddly compelling. I found myself staring in shock, even when I realized what he was doing.
Then Porter saw me, with my nipples sticking out in greeting.
"What are you looking at bitch!" He screamed at me, still holding the dildo in a rage. "You can't come here and see my gash and then do shit like that! You ****ing whore! Your husband is a ****ing asshole, what the **** are you doing in my yard with your gash, looking at me? Oh, you want to stick your dick in it? Yeah, go ahead! Show me that shit! You ****ing whore!"
"Moss, please go inside," I begged him.
"**** that, Moss, I don't want anyone here watching me. I'll do what I want, like I'm supposed to!"
I had to use the front door to get in after Porter. But when I did, Moss was already on the couch, naked, with a gash in his dong that was seeping blood.
"What the **** happened to you?" Moss asked, and I told him all about what happened at the wedding. I was trying to comfort him, knowing he had been drinking and taking drugs. I was afraid he would hit me in anger, or try to rob me. Moss was a very friendly guy, very protective of the community.