why would u waste energy usin a paw tah wave off dat scrumptious fragrance yellin out from dat duo o gapin, bayootiful asspussies, when u coulda jus used yer meatbeater tuh furiously tug yo coprophilic cock--n maybe ur fartluvin friend wit da otha--desperately hangin onto ur pathetic, subby edgin by a thread, tryin ur damndest not tah pregasm like a stupid faggot, waitin til ur eyes have da blessed glimpse o dem heavenly turdtrunks beginnin tuh relentlessly shotgun demselves into u n yer mutual partner's in-a-ditch, fartgraced hides, all shat out sincerely by a pair o two o da most prettiest, anusheavied bullydoms, knowin from da very start dat it would lead up to dis, n dat da instant u spunkspurt, yer a fulltime scatbitch to dese Daddybullies, forever bound tah slavishly serve every whim n desire deir majestic, voluptuous, rump-endowed selves will have?