Funnystar blushed as he asked sweetiebelle what she was up to. Sweetiebelle could only stare at his rosy pink cheeks, which seemed to only become more red as their eyes locked onto one another. Sweetie belle snapped out of her trance and asked him if he would like to join her on her trip to the suga joint. Then Funnystar yelled at the top of his lungs
“I NEED ME SOME MOTHA FUCKIN SUGA, BEEYOTCH!”
Sweetiebelle bent over and got herself ready for a suga-induced poundin.
Funnystar decided that Sweetie Belle was just too mothufuckin sexy to not fuck. Funnystar whipped out his 2 inch dick and attempted to jam it into Sweetie Belle’s mouth. Sweetie Belle thought that it was a toothpick because it was so small. She didn’t really understand what was going on. Funnystar turned her around and rammed his hair into her tight pussy. Sweetie Belle died. Funnystar didn’t know what to do. He went onto the Dave Mumble and yelled “I VIOLATED SWEETIE BELLE WITH MY HAIR! WHAT DO I DO? SHE’S ON THE FLOOR DEAD RIGHT NOW!” Swangun told him to shut the fuck up or he’d get put in the basement again and Funnystar died.
The End
