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Your thoughts drift towards caverns, the primordial dark under the world, and the secret moon behind it, from whence the first Gobbos were said to have come.
Your steady piston-plupp has adjusted to accommodate the unnatural girth, length, and wormy gyrations of your GGC Gray Gobby Cocc, in YOUr case; all that's left is KOOLMination.
It's not about sex: you're not pluppen a plupphole, it's a Bug wot might not even be female, and the cocc youre using doesn't really feel like yours, more like it's in your possession.
This is <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">POWER DOMINATION</span></span>.
This is a <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">HATEFUCK</span>, a <span class="mu-r"> MURDERFUCK</span>
It's not hoemoegae even if the Bugg were a male Dorf or Humie or sumn, because you're not using a plupphole, and you're not lusting at all, in the leastways.
You're doing the raep to <span class="mu-i">maek</span> them the hoemoegae. You do it to see they FAES when you maek them yez BICH.
Just as you manage to finish, you catch a glimpse of the Dimmy Fatass' big ol' gray tiddiez, exposed from the rip in her dress from rassling the thorny legs of the Bigg Bugg: your hyperacute horni uptake, coupled with the beginnings of post-<span class="mu-g">GNUTT</span> clarity, slows your perception of time to a gloppy ocean.
You see, you <span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">feel</span></span>, those saggy pendulous <span class="mu-g">NORKS</span> just
<span class="mu-i">S M M M A A K K K K K
iggle iggle iggle iggle iggle</span>
and the first clott of your barely successful koom, is overclocced and overKOOM by the outload of 'nads you didn't know you had.
An eldritch cluster galaxy of them channels tribbs through your testes, and out of Gobbgantua in a monK O O M</span>
