Baby On Baby

DaBaby stepped forward towards us, DaBalls hanging low like a gumball that had been left next to a fireplace. They swung in the misty air slowly but gracefully, back and forth with such great pride. DaPenis, which was bigger than anything I'd ever seen (and I've seen a lot of big things) was long and thick and somehow very sweaty. It wasn't just him that was getting hot. I looked to Mingus, then to Miles Davis. They were both drooling intensely, as if there was Chinese food in the room. They really liked Chinese food, but I knew they like a good cock more. So did I.

DaBaby thrust towards us like a sabreur ready to strike, DaPenis glinting in the dim light from the ceiling above. "LESGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," DaBaby screeched enthusiastically, bringing his hands to his head like Scream. Now, I was about ready to scream as well, but without the "s". And so I did. My girlcum came out so hard it ripped right through my clothes and landed on Dababy's DaPenis. He screamed harder and harder. He was struggling to hold himself together. FInally, Miles Davis stepped forward. With a stoik stance, he reached forward and patted DaPenis on its head. "WOWOWOWOWOOWOWOWOOWOWOWOWOWOWOOWOWOWOWOWOOWOWOWOOWOWOW" DaBaby cummed.

What a glorious sight that was, DaBaby cooming. His white gizzum streaking across the bathroom floor like a mushy banana. Soon, his dick looked like a mushy banana as well, but like a really old one. He was flaccid again. "I pull up," the rapper said, pulling up his jeans. "I turn a fella into a convertible." Suddenly, I was a convertible. Miles Davis was also a convertible. Mingus was a convertible as well. We knew what we had to do.

And that's how the Cars franchise was conceived. Just four sexy buddies writing a sexy kids movie, while also having sex. The sex also happened after we turned into convertibles btw. i hate myse