A Gallon of Cum
Stuck as your wettest dream unless you swallow a gallon of cum
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You are walking in the woods, as you often do to clear your mind, when you hear a loud crunch from underneath your foot. You look down to see you’ve accidentally crushed an ornate wooden house hidden in the underbrush.
Out of the wreckage zips a small blonde pixie. She surveys the spot where you stepped on her home, her tiny hut now nothing more than a pile of splintered wood and leaves.
What the sparkles! You need to be more careful where you step!The pixie says with fire in her tiny eyes, her voice like the tinkling of a small bell. She takes a moment to calm herself before flying over to you, stopping inches from your face.
Welp. What’s done is done. How about a wish? If you tell me your name and described your dream girl or guy I can make them real.She smiles mischievously and pokes your nose.
Come on, tell me your wettest little dream, home wrecker.