Well, I cummed. Of course, as always in my cum sock. But my mom washed that sock (classic story).
But.. it wasn't just washed.. it was more licked (don't ask how I found out).
After 9 months, she didn't got pregnant, I wonder why...
When I wanted to fuck her, I found out she's A FUCKING GUY.
That didn't stop me fucking him, I literally fucked him faster and cummed also faster.
"Ahh~, goes him, why is your cum so tasty?"
"Don't ask", as I fucked him more and more.
He cummed too. I cummed. He cummed. I cummed.
(This happens until we die)
Actually, we didn't die because of old age, or death, actually, we ate our cum and died because of too much cum.
Even the person that wrote the reaosn of dying cummed (he also died).
This line continutes to infitite, so...
The end.
