Banana Lube...
You're on top of a hot guy stroking his cock and he's ready to get off. What the fuck? Neither of you brought any lube? What the mother fucking hell were you thinking?
You scurry off to the kitchen in your blue dream haze to find some Crisco... Damn, Mom must have used it all on the last batch of cookies. You turn. You see a banana. You immediately think of the baking skills your mother taught you. That's right... You remember what happens to banana when you mush it in a bowl... It gets wet and slimy.
You quickly grab the banana, run back into the room, ask your hot victim if he trusts you, and all while not waiting for the answer, open the banana, mush it in your hands, and rub it all over his throbbing cock.
He squeals in pleasure, and the room smells like banana cream pie.
The end.
You're on top of a hot guy stroking his cock and he's ready to get off. What the fuck? Neither of you brought any lube? What the mother fucking hell were you thinking?
You scurry off to the kitchen in your blue dream haze to find some Crisco... Damn, Mom must have used it all on the last batch of cookies. You turn. You see a banana. You immediately think of the baking skills your mother taught you. That's right... You remember what happens to banana when you mush it in a bowl... It gets wet and slimy.
You quickly grab the banana, run back into the room, ask your hot victim if he trusts you, and all while not waiting for the answer, open the banana, mush it in your hands, and rub it all over his throbbing cock.
He squeals in pleasure, and the room smells like banana cream pie.
The end.
by RyedMstr November 9, 2015