Like a catapult, but for dogs.
During the long siege, we fired angry canines over the castle walls with our dogapults.
Somebody so unattractive that even if you were fully erect, turgid and throbbing with desire, the mere passing thought of them would be enough for immediate shrinkage and withdrawel.
Sorry love, never happened to me before. I just thought of Ginger spice and got the unhorn
Spelunking for sperm - the act of burrowing inside another's dark cavity with your tongue.
Harry was Spermlunking David and got lost in a maze of twisty passages, all alike.
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