by FireSub EatLubs October 15, 2020
Lord Hazelmere unleashed a fountain of hot spaff all over the marble floor. He hauled himself back into his trousers and left the room. From the shadows, his man-servant emerged with a Tupperware box and scooped up the holy juice for safe keeping.
‘’That’s some good keeps’’ he chuckled.
‘’That’s some good keeps’’ he chuckled.
by Herbert Schweffe August 14, 2018