Unnamed "Cotton Farm" request

chapter 3: ipalog

i jesu relised i culd rite a rated-r fic for  the cosmisson. so i will

mayoer maber wass very confusèd bye da mosiness of her orifice da next dae. ther wear papers bloued all ova due room and then she ree suzlised that the mur next 2 her maid da best glovin in all of hur smelderly loaf. her bagonias where still wette’d from the simulations ylra’z brat her. she hisspered in2 her lover’s seer: <”ARR U STILLE REDY 2 FUK AGEN?”> she wisper’d quitely. ryla jentile whoaked up. she reMEMBER’de (like da punis oragn gedidt) dat thy day b4 her lit’l folemika love-orange was lyk a reley polyuted suamp. (tha imply,s it was draping with girl sumean.) she say: oh love mufine, just 1 more thyme? and her love muffins say: “ok but i have many ophiscal twerks 2 due soon ok?” and luryu say “ok” drum4ticlee. so she roles ova 2 da bulconi and adunces 2 da croude outsyd “THYS YS MI LEBSINA, MAROY MATER.>> and den she grabs’ed the news piney wit da groy main an knissed her posionatley. thne, the was say’ed “u wanna rub nagnias?” (watch meen vagina in horase langoge) and mauroy say “u no im ridey” and she sHOVELED her NAGNIA so HRAD in2 da woman that dey both ekproded with PASHION. then theyre inretnal reagans were so fuel of LEUST that wen da poneus tuched them they EXPLEOD weith S3X. da end~~~~!!!!!!

no wat did you do to my materpiece editor i worked so hard on it and you runied it! i never wanted all this capitalization and ekplicate sex in my story! is was a light r, not a xxxx story! im gonna go to jail for this.

Jellote’s note: several exchanges later, the story reached 8,000 words. I shall spare you from that.