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By *eavenNhell OP Couple
over a year ago
carrbrook stalybridge |
this is not my work I have copied and pasted from a welknown fetish site but it is very funny
Priti removed the cufflinks from her confusingly masculine dress shirt. The Albanian tied to the chair quivered in fear. "One more time filth", as she crushed his shaft with her icy grip, "which liquids are legally required to be sold in pint measures in the United Kingdom". A tear stained citizenship application lay forgotten on the floor.
Upstairs, far above the chilling darkness of the home office dungeon, a hunched figure held a glove puppet. Gove giggled softly as he gently stroked himself in miniature. "who's Britain's next prime minister?" He cooed. "You are Michael, you're a very good boy" he replied to himself in a steely, feminine tone. Under his breath he grunted "oh Maggie, my iron angel" as he climaxed.
Right on cue a reptilian creature scuttled from the shadowy recesses of the room. Dominic Cumbinge unfurled his forked tongue greedily as Gove batted him away, jealously guarding his soggy puppet. He hated it when Boris left the Cumbinge roaming the halls.
Far away on a white cliff a lone figure stood, nude and engorged. As he watched a dingy flounder in the sea below he screamed into the void. The void screamed back, the contents of an enhanced interrogation training manual. Raab howled as he relieved himself into the sea - eventually his piss will reach Europe. They can take his arrest warrants, but he will indirectly piss in their decadent cosmopolitan mouths.
Where was Boris in all this? The crown prince of conservatism? In his apparent absence a masked figure stalked London, the terror of interns everywhere. They called him the breeder, and he left a trail of bastard children in his wake. No womb was safe from his podgy grasp.
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