The sickening crunches were filling Jim's house. While I do love that sickening crunch, Jim definitely didn't. So I thought. He was sitting on his bed smiling. The same smile I had when I first felt that sickening crunch. I sat down next to him, placing my hand on his thigh. There was a sickening crunch there, right on his thigh. He put his hand over mine, and together we sat, enjoying that sickening crunch.
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That sickening crunch
FanfictionA collection of stories by a man who loves that sickening crunch. Please read and vote if you share these feelings. Love my crunchies (my fans)!
