'Razza frazza mazza crazza ants and spiders coming together bullshit!'
'What's that? I couldn't really hear you down there! I can FEEL you alright, your flailing on my glutes seems to finally be dying down, but any actual coherent speech seems to be a tad muffled here. But hey, just hang tight, I'm sure some one will be coming to arrest you. And hey, feel free to resume the massage treatment down there, I actually was starting to enjoy it.'
'... As embarrassing a defeat as this is, I guess I should be happy I'm not under a dude, or that you have chronic flatulence. Or that this is what fell on me back then, getting messed up from some giant babes rump? Yeah, never live that down.'
|Story by crossbones6732|
|Artwork by Tentaskul|
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