Beauty and the Bully
She tried, but she couldn't stop the geyser from erupting, the lava from flowing as the bully pushes and pulls, tugging her braids while she's screaming his name. He tried, but he couldn't stop his fire hose from spraying the mayonnaise from exploding as the beauty dances to the rhythm, taking him all in without shame. ©reddragonfly⚘ (prompt: sensuality)
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