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He Heed

I lay in my bed that is in the shed. I am schlorping on Capri-Sun, this is very fun. I hear a sound from outside, I said hell naw bruh you is about to be fried. I open the door with a glock in my hand, I get hit in the cock and fall in some sand. I awake tied to a tree, my nipples are free, a man looked at me and said I could leave for a small fee. I look at the mans face and say out loud "this cannot be", Michael Jackson looks at me his face full of glee. I struggled to get free but he whipped out his hee-hee and began to pee on me. He approaches me and pulls on his white gloves, he says its time for an anal inspection and there is no freedom in any direction. He goes elbow deep into my shit crusted anus, this type of move would make a porn actor famous. The sirens begin to sound, the cops are on the way. Michael looks upon me in fear and then HEE HEEs away.
Written by TheJBLFanpage (Pope Francis)
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