Maybe THIS kind of cheerleader.
So where does all this leave us? Well - it lead you HERE! For one more week of DML debauchery. So - let's do this!
As with my first time hosting, I'll be giving a hint for each of the two. Let the madness begin!
Mad Lib #1
15. Part of the Body (Plural)
I was home alone and scared out of my boobs. I could hear the wind humping, and off in the distance a taint was howling. I crossed the room, locked the jizz, and climbed into bed pulling the butt plugs over my ballsack. Then it happened. I could hear a disco pole sucking up the stairs. My clits started to chatter and my knees began cockblocking. The flogger was thrust open and there was a huge Uma Thurman's nostril with hair all over its swollen nipples. It was my father. "Hi, we're home," he said greedily. "Hope you weren't afraid of staying home alone." "No," I said, lying through my Robert Pattinson's balls.
When some creepy school students were asked what nursery rhymes popped into their crooked cocks or were on the tip of their elbows, these were their enormous answers:
Jack and Jill went up the vagina to fart a pail of semen. Jack fell down and broke his pocket pussy and Jill came skull-fucking after.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your beefy meat grow? With slippery bells and succulent shells and throbbing veins all in a row.
Three blind dripping taints, see how they run. They all went after the riding crop's wife, who fucked off their scrotal cacks with an inebriated knife. Did you ever slurp such a burp in your life as three cradling mice.