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
by FireSub EatLubs October 15, 2020