The young man felt very aroused when looking towards Twilight's sexy body as he sat on her lap. "I
want you having my babies.", she said. His wife stared horrified. "Linda! It's not... fifteen children... I...",
he stammered as Twilight kissed him."Please do not touch me Twilight." "But I love you, Risk.", she
moaned very quietly. "You're fucking disgusting in the bed, I hate you." Linda shouted hatefully.
"Yeah!", Twilight agreed. *Bang* shots were heard not far from where they were arguing. Scared, they
ran into the house quickly, as Risk grabbed the door and slammed it shut. If he knew the gunman was horny as Twilight he would've ran to his mullet-dresser. That's extremely irrelevant. Twilight moans
softly. Back on track, Twilight moans louder. Cascading solid proof on roofs, *poof*. Much duumb. w0w.
Tool sucks bootay;Soap sucks more than almost nothing. Twilight loves Risk. Twilight is horny. Twilight loves sex with frogs. She showers with soap like everyone else. Bring forth the Sex God, Toolfree. Twilight and Toolfree morph together into a three headed Shaq faced Dragon.