DESENSITISE OR FUCK OFF

The Bi-Annual Twatter Raging Orgy Party was in full swing. The drink flowed freely in a blizzard of Columbias purest gak and all was as fucked up as ever in the Twatassphere. Just then CHs drunken gak-fuelled haze was suddenly shattered on seeing the skankily clad Colleen McGee eagerly making her way towards the shit shack. As CH was well aware of her insatiable fetish for rimming toilet bowls he flew off in hot pursuit.

On reaching the shit shack he expectantly swung open the bog door and low and behold found Colleen on her knees leering over the bowl. She unashamedly licked her lips and began stroking CHs ever hardening throbbing cock whilst lustfully rimming the bowl for all her worth. As she did, so she rose up suggestively on to her four inch stilettos revealing her prim arse from under a belt-like leather mini-skirt. With cock in hand CH had to toil to prevent from shooting his bolt. After snorting more gak from the top of her crack he pulled her ever moistening knickers to one side to reveal her eloquent quim. A sloppy but well received tonguing ensued before he thrust his marauding cock into her mound and rhythmically buried himself up to his balls taking care that she didnt crack her skull on the bowl.....again! Her glorious gicker got pretty much the same before she gagged him off allowing what she couldnt swallow to drool down onto her playfully pert and neat knockers. 

Later on, the rest of the Twats present engaged in similar such shit shack shenanigans and months later they all died horribly from ravenous doses of various newly emerged virulent STDs. This was due to the fact that Mary Honk had used the same bog earlier that eventful evening. It could have been all so different with hindsight!

 THE BELL END