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Click hereGirl,
I spend all day staring at you, while you watch me eat fresh corn.
I never take my eyes off of you as I eat corn fresh off the cob.
I put butter on that corn.
I slide that stick of butter up and down that hot ass corn.
You start to moan. You like butter.
I like butter too, bitch.
I eat two more cobs of corn.
I grab some liquid lax and down it real fast like.
I wait.
My stomach starts the rumble, girl.
I never take my gaze off you.
I been staring at you this whole damn time.
You been staring at me.
We staring at each other.
My stomach, girl. It feels like a volcano, 'bout to erupt.
We go to the bedroom.
I tighten up my sphincter.
You say some funny shit make me laugh. I shart real hard-like.
Juice run down my leg. Shitty juice.
You lay on the bed, all naked.
I drop my boxers, girl. Real fast.
You say, "Shit on me! Shit on my titties!"
I say, "Okay."
I grunt. I strain. I fart just right, and the shit come out.
Like a fire hose. All over your big ole titties.
It be splashing on ya.
You reach up and grab my ball sack.
That tickles, bitch. I shit mo'.
You be rubbin' shit all over yo titties. Rubbin' it into your wet sex.
My shit be inside you.
You lick your fingers.
I turn 'round, look at you.
You be covered in shit. There be corn in that shit.
I reach down, take a kernel out. I eat it.
You eat it too.
I bend down and pull you in for a long kiss. I taste my shit.
In your mouth.
We eat the corn.
We eat the shit.
We eat the corn in my shit.
I love you, girl.
The "I this", "I that" should have been tiresome, but the short sentences and line breaks imbued a certain rhythm and I could imgine this person's voice in my head. Good descriptions. 5ed. Grats.