Zucchini and the Art of Language Maintenance

"Good girls don't say Courgette"

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“That large organic zucchini, please.”

Her eyes rolled as I paid the greengrocer, “It’s courgette, Miss!”

Later on, I twisted the vegetable deep, stretching her cunt’s slick velvet walls. “What’s this called, little putain?”

“Fuckkkkkkkkk … Um, courgette, Miss?”

Rhythmically vegie-fucking my cum-slut’s now squelching cunt, had her whimpering with growing neediness and dribbling drool from the corner of her mouth.

“Need to cum. Please, Miss!”

“You’ve gotta use the toy’s correct name.”

“Merde.”

“Try again, baby.”

“Je t’aime.”

“Me too. Say it!”

“Fuckkkk.”

“Not quite.”

“Zucchini,” she shrieked. The monster cum wracking my kitten’s cunt gushed over the vegetable.

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