– Fire. Everything is metaphorically on fire
– All the things that are on fire are also dripping
– Name seven things in the room. Those seven things are now pulsing
– Pulsing with fiery drippery
– Someone is heaps like a swan
– Five sentences of physically implausible positions
– The transition of two of those positions would probably turn one person inside out and heaps maim the other person
– Three hundred names for a penis
– One really poorly thought out name for a vagina
– Both are on fire, but neither have chlamydia
– She didn’t think she could do the thing. She did the thing. She gasps for the thirteenth time this paragraph
– He stuck his throbbing memberpoledickpenisrodthingbishophosejackhammertool into her flowery fuckhole
– Person A is bending backwards into anatomically incorrect positions again, nobody seems to care or call an exorcist
– Person B hasn’t stopped gasping, someone should probably find an inhaler to alleviate their “swanlike neck”
– Ends in some kind of imagery of fireworks or sunset or some other
really orange thing you’d see on a middle age woman’s screensaver😂 im dead
I’m dying!