A Fucking Aftab

A Fucking Aftab desperately wanted a cup that they would occasionally throw. This seems a fairly peculiar operation, to my mum, but not to the Aftab, who had decided that the idea was magnificent. Honestly, a cup was the chosen item.

A Fucking Aftab often carried a porno magazine that they would sometimes insert somewhere. One might consider this to be an astonishing thought, to me, but not to the Aftab, who considered that the idea was the most awesome idea. Honestly, a porno magazine is the thing to opt for.

A Fucking Aftab searched for a cup to eat. It might have been a surprising activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Aftab, who assumed it would be miraculous. Remarkably, a cup is the item to choose.

A Fucking Aftab always kept a rubber chicken that they would sometimes drop. It would be a fairly odd thought, to me and my children, but not to the Aftab, who considered it would be amazing. Strangely, a rubber chicken would be the item chosen.

A Fucking Aftab desperately needed a vibrator that they liked to annihilate One might consider this to be a curious thing to do, to my mum, but not to the Aftab, who assumed that this idea is the most awesome idea. Who would have imagined, a vibrator is the thing that was chosen.

A Fucking Aftab always had with them a sponge that they would insert somewhere. It might be an exciting activity, to my dad, but not to the Aftab, who thinks that this idea was entertaining. Who would have thought, a sponge is the item to choose.