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The Gruesome Twosome

... years. Ryland recognized the snarky grin wiped across his face. “Fuck you, you piece of shit, I need pussy right now to get the taste of unwashed cock out my mouth. Get in the car, you fuck.” The gruesome twosome On their hunt to get some cunt This is a haiku. The door slammed against the adjacent wall as Ryland stormed through the Mezzanine of Madame Mozambique's menagerie of multi-bacterial layered women. He chose the first asian he could, he grabbed her by wrist and escorted her to a room. The walls were layered with grime, peeling wallpaper, a smelly yellow line of pus led to the room of nasties. Max sauntered in silently, secretly following Ryland into the room. He threw her across the room on to the bed, falling on to the crusty mattress. Ryland unfastened his belt and pulled out his swollen, red and pus-filled member. She recoiled in horror, her forehead glimmered in the pale light as it was covered in sweat. She reared open her gullet and yelled a blood-curdling scream. She could not help but notice the now throbbing, swollen, red and pus-filled member. She was quite a pretty young thing, recent graduate, perhaps a mother. Ryland thought to himself as he prepared his mind for what he was about to do. Max on the other hand was sleuthing on the edge he was barely awake. Reduced to a murmuring zombie that only catered to animalistic impulses. As Ryland began shuffling his feet toward the terrified woman, she let out scream. “HELP ME! PLEASE GOD NO MADAME MOZAMBIQUE! I ...

... DO NOT WANT!” screamed the squirming prostitute as his mass loomed over her. Goosebumps prickled over her skin, making every part of her body taut and flush. Her dark nipples were completely erect. It was as if her frightened state only made her more enticing to Ryland. She is definitely about 30, Max assured himself. she is pretty hot though, I’d do her… Max’s internal monologue trailed off. Ryland looked his good friend and in a moment filled with utter beauty, appreciation and distasteful lust he opened his cock-flavoured mouth and began to say: “We can’t ignore all the gay shit that goes on between us man. I think that we should face up to the fact you’re the one person in this world who would follow me into this room.” “I donno man- like” Max began to like, trail off. “Because Maxi-bon you can’t deny the blatant homooerotic undertones of the previous scenes. This needs to paramount to an epic fuck party. Against this poor womans will.” Madame Mozambique rushed through the door. An agile Max moved with the prowess of Snake. Acting on the most feral impulse he knew, a dirty trick he often performed in the depths of a meth binge. He grabbed the nearest solid object, a glass bottle and brought it down on to her head head. The elder woman crumpled in a heap on the floor. The Gruesome Twosome were not gay. Not at all. Max barricaded the door with a stool and got naked. He noticed how his penis and Ryland’s were almost the same in size. He felt an urge to cross swords with him, ...