LilBit
The bit(ch) is back!
I'm sure many of you have looked at Callie and marveled at the depths to which she has sunk. How on earth, you wonder, did she become such a sad, rotted shell of a human? And how did her snatch become such a pit of despair? Well, I'm here to enlighten you, but let me warn you--it's not for the weak of heart.
Once upon a time, believe it or not, Callie possessed a beautiful puss--pink and soft, and tighter than my stingy father's wallet. She also had no clue what it was for. Yes, ladies and queens, you heard right. Callie was a virgin.
Out on her daily constitutional one day, Callie passed a bookstore. "Oh, how fabulous!" she squeled. "They sell books for grown-ups! Good-bye Louisa May Alcott, and hello Jane Austen!" As she browsed the shelves, though, she became thoroughly disoriented by the dim lighting and the strange background noises. She turned a corner and walked down a dark hallway, when suddenly she was confronted with a strange sight. There appeared to be a sausage growing from the wall!
"Ah!" Callie thought to herself. "My blood sugar is low. That's why I'm confused. I'll just take a bite of this sausage, and then I'll feel better."
She put the sausage in her mouth, and...
Well, I'm afraid I can't bring myself to tell you what happened next. Suffice it to say that it's illegal in thirty-seven states and the District of Columbia, and it lasted well over five hours. And thus began Callie's descent into lust and debauchery, and there went Callie's gorgeous bearded clam.
I jest, of course. Callie's cunt has always been this gaping, pus-filled maw that you see today. She's been giving blowjobs at the pier ever since she was old enough to say "Where's my five bucks, asshole?"
Once upon a time, believe it or not, Callie possessed a beautiful puss--pink and soft, and tighter than my stingy father's wallet. She also had no clue what it was for. Yes, ladies and queens, you heard right. Callie was a virgin.
Out on her daily constitutional one day, Callie passed a bookstore. "Oh, how fabulous!" she squeled. "They sell books for grown-ups! Good-bye Louisa May Alcott, and hello Jane Austen!" As she browsed the shelves, though, she became thoroughly disoriented by the dim lighting and the strange background noises. She turned a corner and walked down a dark hallway, when suddenly she was confronted with a strange sight. There appeared to be a sausage growing from the wall!
"Ah!" Callie thought to herself. "My blood sugar is low. That's why I'm confused. I'll just take a bite of this sausage, and then I'll feel better."
She put the sausage in her mouth, and...
Well, I'm afraid I can't bring myself to tell you what happened next. Suffice it to say that it's illegal in thirty-seven states and the District of Columbia, and it lasted well over five hours. And thus began Callie's descent into lust and debauchery, and there went Callie's gorgeous bearded clam.
I jest, of course. Callie's cunt has always been this gaping, pus-filled maw that you see today. She's been giving blowjobs at the pier ever since she was old enough to say "Where's my five bucks, asshole?"
