The Disco Chomper looked down with anger in her nonexistent eyes. This skirt was premium artic zombie leather and this hung bastard just stained them.
" Do you fucking know how much these cost to get dry cleaned? More than what your life is worth. "
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" Whuh- Huh?"
[ She turned around confused... Before seeing the beautiful big lipped woman behind her... Her cock shot out some hypnotic precum that stained the chomper 's pants.. ]
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Blackened hand would rest on the overly erect shroom's shoulder. A strengthIng grip could be felt, lucky for the shroom, it's Dave's birthday so the studio is closed which means enough space for the Chomper to punish the shroom.
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Chompers are known to burrow mostly undetected underground. Would the shroom like to guess where the Disco ball is?
Perhaps they'd like to turn around if they haven't noticed the ominous shadow looming over them.
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