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You're one hell of a skinny bitch with hair that changes color depending on how you feel. But your dearest Francis doesn't rely on terms of insult to describe how beautiful you are to him. You just sit slack inside the lodge as he's shovelling the snow outside-- because he knows you like how he flexes while he works~! It's so beautiful that you forgot your feet were resting on poor Iggy's back.
After your sweetheart is done his shovelling, he comes in looking like a shakey blue French-sicle sliding towards you. Your eyes meet and you instantly tense up from the immense boobgasm it caused you. Your flowing locks of violet slowly turn red, orange, yellow and black because you feel warm in more ways than one. The color flows and gives Francis a boner. Iggy, who is a helpless witness glared up at you as if to suggest "GET A ROOM!"
Francis, being the hervy pervy he is, looked down and giggled "You can have some of it later~"
"If I wasn't chained to the chair or being stepped on, I'd have Ludwig stuff you!" The Englishman growls, but you laugh and brush it off. Besides, what would Francis get stuffed with-- cheese? He already smells enough like that, but you love it anyway. The both of you leave Iggy behind as you head to the bedroom behind the scene. Francis turns on the light revealing a hot mess of pink fabric everywhere, A TV set from Japan, and a copy of "The Room" as a recommendation from America.
You hop into the suffocatingly soft bed as he puts in the videotape in the VCR and hops into bed, which makes you bounce and hit the roof with your delicate head. Stunned, your hair turns white, then back to its flaming colors. As the movie progresses, both of you get hornier and undress slowly. It took you a minute to realize Francis removed your expensive lingerie, because he is very experienced at doing that. When the movie gets to the epic sex scene, you two decide to do it without a condom.
But you don't care, you're a rebel and you want to make lovely children with this man. The cheesy music from the movie soothes your aching vagina. Aching? He's doing it so hard, he's probably busted your cervix! BUT IT FEELS SO GOOD~
In and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and ~JACKPOT!~ Francis jizzes everywhere making a resounding squelching noise. You're still moaning when you realize how numb your pussy feels, and you look in his eyes and see nothing but pure endearment radiate from that smexy smile.
"Pardon my faux pas~" He coos. Before he could say anything else, you got your period and sprayed it all over him. His smile turns upside down and his eyes grow narrow. "You got anything else you wanna spray me with, sweetie?"
You stop moaning and your hair turns forest green. Francis gets up and leaves to wash off all the smelly fluid and comes back with a cork shaped tampon he shoves in your little red hole. He's ready for a second round, so both of you consent and he sticks his pingas in your favorite ear without a condom. It sounds so good to you-- in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and then "pop" goes your eardrum. But that's not the noise that got Francis' attention.
It sounds like somebody's rummaging through your stuff. Being the oh so noble coward, Francis runs out there screaming like a little girl. Then you hear meaty "whack", and another, and you hear Iggy telling Francis to get off of him. You get up and turn off the movie to hear the chaos better. You'd go out, but you're too scared Iggy will take you to his rotten castle with pondwater tea.
"ARGGH~!"
"YOU'RE TOO FAST! GET OFF OF ME YOU GIT!"
Followed by a series of "oh and ah and oh and ah and in and out and in and out and BAM!" Your ear hurts after hearing the last sound and you develop the guts to go into the living room and see poor Iggy with a lump on his head and Francis' cream dribbling from the poor Englishman's bellybutton. Horrified, you slap Iggy. YES. Not your sweetheart, but the tea sipper because he resisted your sexy man.
Francis isn't done, he's never not horny. You're swept up and carried back to your love nest, exchanging shmoopy names with each other. This made poor Iggy's head hurt more.
Both of you sleep very well into the night. But it's cold outside, and something sinister festers in its wake-- and its not the Syphillis Francis gave you. Oh shit, you're supposed to figure that out the other day! OMAGUD! Anyway, you're asleep like a rock when the sound of breaking wood scares you and Francis into shitting the bed. The thing that broke through the walls is nothing more than a silhouette. The shadows protect its mangy identity. The snarling fiend pounces on you, since you're closest to its entrance. You can't move, no matter how hard you try to get your noodle limbs going.
Francis gets really turned on and whacks the beast with his 2 meter long boner. It hits the wall, and runs off squealing its yipes.
**NEXT MONTH OVER**
You and Francis get married in a barn in America, by this time your hair is totally BAH-LOND and your broken arms have healed. The barn is the fanciest, Frenchiest and safest place you own. And Iggy? No worries about Iggy, he's six feet in the dirt. You never had sex with him anyway. Your syphillis makes you too sick for sex anyway, so you spend romantic nights of damaging your eardrum and bellybutton fun.
But tonight's extra special. No reason, it just is~
You gaze over everything, and nearly die of a heart attack when you see a ravenous hairless purple wolf face glaring through the window. You tell Francis it's there, he looks over and sees nothing. Then it's behind him when you look back at his beautiful face. It grabs Francis by his neck and summons the strength to toss him. The teeth slice through his sexy abs before ripping off his boner and shredding his gnarled remains.
You sit there, scared half to death. The beast stops and looks at you, then rushes at you and everything turns inky black. You wake up in the hospital with bandages everywhere.
"It was just a nightmare." They tell you, but sadly, Francis is really dead.

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You're one hell of a skinny bitch with hair that changes color depending on how you feel. But your dearest Francis doesn't rely on terms of insult to describe how beautiful you are to him. You just sit slack inside the lodge as he's shovelling the snow outside-- because he knows you like how he flexes while he works~! It's so beautiful that you forgot your feet were resting on poor Iggy's back.
After your sweetheart is done his shovelling, he comes in looking like a shakey blue French-sicle sliding towards you. Your eyes meet and you instantly tense up from the immense boobgasm it caused you. Your flowing locks of violet slowly turn red, orange, yellow and black because you feel warm in more ways than one. The color flows and gives Francis a boner. Iggy, who is a helpless witness glared up at you as if to suggest "GET A ROOM!"
Francis, being the hervy pervy he is, looked down and giggled "You can have some of it later~"
"If I wasn't chained to the chair or being stepped on, I'd have Ludwig stuff you!" The Englishman growls, but you laugh and brush it off. Besides, what would Francis get stuffed with-- cheese? He already smells enough like that, but you love it anyway. The both of you leave Iggy behind as you head to the bedroom behind the scene. Francis turns on the light revealing a hot mess of pink fabric everywhere, A TV set from Japan, and a copy of "The Room" as a recommendation from America.
You hop into the suffocatingly soft bed as he puts in the videotape in the VCR and hops into bed, which makes you bounce and hit the roof with your delicate head. Stunned, your hair turns white, then back to its flaming colors. As the movie progresses, both of you get hornier and undress slowly. It took you a minute to realize Francis removed your expensive lingerie, because he is very experienced at doing that. When the movie gets to the epic sex scene, you two decide to do it without a condom.
But you don't care, you're a rebel and you want to make lovely children with this man. The cheesy music from the movie soothes your aching vagina. Aching? He's doing it so hard, he's probably busted your cervix! BUT IT FEELS SO GOOD~
In and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and ~JACKPOT!~ Francis jizzes everywhere making a resounding squelching noise. You're still moaning when you realize how numb your pussy feels, and you look in his eyes and see nothing but pure endearment radiate from that smexy smile.
"Pardon my faux pas~" He coos. Before he could say anything else, you got your period and sprayed it all over him. His smile turns upside down and his eyes grow narrow. "You got anything else you wanna spray me with, sweetie?"
You stop moaning and your hair turns forest green. Francis gets up and leaves to wash off all the smelly fluid and comes back with a cork shaped tampon he shoves in your little red hole. He's ready for a second round, so both of you consent and he sticks his pingas in your favorite ear without a condom. It sounds so good to you-- in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and then "pop" goes your eardrum. But that's not the noise that got Francis' attention.
It sounds like somebody's rummaging through your stuff. Being the oh so noble coward, Francis runs out there screaming like a little girl. Then you hear meaty "whack", and another, and you hear Iggy telling Francis to get off of him. You get up and turn off the movie to hear the chaos better. You'd go out, but you're too scared Iggy will take you to his rotten castle with pondwater tea.
"ARGGH~!"
"YOU'RE TOO FAST! GET OFF OF ME YOU GIT!"
Followed by a series of "oh and ah and oh and ah and in and out and in and out and BAM!" Your ear hurts after hearing the last sound and you develop the guts to go into the living room and see poor Iggy with a lump on his head and Francis' cream dribbling from the poor Englishman's bellybutton. Horrified, you slap Iggy. YES. Not your sweetheart, but the tea sipper because he resisted your sexy man.
Francis isn't done, he's never not horny. You're swept up and carried back to your love nest, exchanging shmoopy names with each other. This made poor Iggy's head hurt more.
Both of you sleep very well into the night. But it's cold outside, and something sinister festers in its wake-- and its not the Syphillis Francis gave you. Oh shit, you're supposed to figure that out the other day! OMAGUD! Anyway, you're asleep like a rock when the sound of breaking wood scares you and Francis into shitting the bed. The thing that broke through the walls is nothing more than a silhouette. The shadows protect its mangy identity. The snarling fiend pounces on you, since you're closest to its entrance. You can't move, no matter how hard you try to get your noodle limbs going.
Francis gets really turned on and whacks the beast with his 2 meter long boner. It hits the wall, and runs off squealing its yipes.
**NEXT MONTH OVER**
You and Francis get married in a barn in America, by this time your hair is totally BAH-LOND and your broken arms have healed. The barn is the fanciest, Frenchiest and safest place you own. And Iggy? No worries about Iggy, he's six feet in the dirt. You never had sex with him anyway. Your syphillis makes you too sick for sex anyway, so you spend romantic nights of damaging your eardrum and bellybutton fun.
But tonight's extra special. No reason, it just is~
You gaze over everything, and nearly die of a heart attack when you see a ravenous hairless purple wolf face glaring through the window. You tell Francis it's there, he looks over and sees nothing. Then it's behind him when you look back at his beautiful face. It grabs Francis by his neck and summons the strength to toss him. The teeth slice through his sexy abs before ripping off his boner and shredding his gnarled remains.
You sit there, scared half to death. The beast stops and looks at you, then rushes at you and everything turns inky black. You wake up in the hospital with bandages everywhere.
"It was just a nightmare." They tell you, but sadly, Francis is really dead.