Corner OBH in a dark stormy night, stalking him as he turns off his lights below and ascends with trepidation up the creaky stair case into the master bed room to freshen up for the cold dark lonely night, whose thunderous roars will every wooden nook and cranny creak veraciously into the night, squeezing chaos into the quiet sanctity of night. As this foul orchestra of sounds fester below, OBH shall be already tucked in bed, petrified to even move, fearful of even the slightest sound the cloth may make when it creases. I snake my way across the floor to the foot of his bed, growing ravenously agitated when each of his soft exhalations pierce the suspended silence. I wait until the snoring arrives. Then, just when he, or she, gets comfortable, I jump in the bed and choke him or her into unconsciousness. Then as OBH comes through, he'll realize he is tied to a chair bolted to the ground in the cellar. Only one dangling light sways within the foggy atmosphere swaying darkness into a smoky aurora broth. With a special contraption I devise using a system of pulleys and levers, his mouth will remain open. Then , as desperation seeps in, I take my pants and rip a gargantuan heavy foul and chunky splattering fart right into his mouth. As the finisher, I plop my balls down OBH's jerking and choking larynx, into the pharynx, blocking all air intake with my soggy calloused testicles. OBH is dead, I take his wife, his kids, and live his life. I die an old man in a rocking chair looking over a picturesque valley, and die peacefully, cupping my balls and ass gap victoriously.
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[quote]Corner NEO in a dark stormy night, stalking him as he turns off his lights below and ascends with trepidation up the creaky stair case into the master bed room to freshen up for the cold dark lonely night, whose thunderous roars will every wooden nook and cranny creak veraciously into the night, squeezing chaos into the quiet sanctity of night. As this foul orchestra of sounds fester below, NEO shall be already tucked in bed, petrified to even move, fearful of even the slightest sound the cloth may make when it creases. I snake my way across the floor to the foot of his bed, growing ravenously agitated when each of his soft exhalations pierce the suspended silence. I wait until the snoring arrives. Then, just when he, or she, gets comfortable, I jump in the bed and choke him or her into unconsciousness. Then as NEO comes through, he'll realize he is tied to a chair bolted to the ground in the cellar. Only one dangling light sways within the foggy atmosphere swaying darkness into a smoky aurora broth. With a special contraption I devise using a system of pulleys and levers, his mouth will remain open. Then , as desperation seeps in, I take my pants and rip a gargantuan heavy foul and chunky splattering fart right into his mouth. As the finisher, I plop my balls down NEO's jerking and choking larynx, into the pharynx, blocking all air intake with my soggy calloused testicles. NEO is dead, I take his wife, his kids, and live his life. I die an old man in a rocking chair looking over a picturesque valley, and die peacefully, cupping my balls and ass gap victoriously.[/quote]