My Gentle Cunt

My Gentle Cunt always kept a vibrator that they sometimes play with. This might appear to be a surprising idea, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who thought that it was in fact, sublime. A vibrator is the thing to opt for.

My Gentle Cunt always carried a painting of a melon that they sometimes sleep with. It was a fairly astonishing action, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who expected that this idea is miraculous. Remarkably, a painting of a melon being the thing opted for.

My Gentle Cunt desperately searched for a magic 8 ball that they would often worship. One might say this is a curious undertaking, to most, but not to the Cunt, who thinks that the idea was wonderful. Honestly, a magic 8 ball having that done to it

My Gentle Cunt needed a vibrator that they would often worship. This seems a fairly peculiar operation, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who felt it would be epic. You wouldnt have thought, a vibrator was the chosen item.

My Gentle Cunt owned a sponge that they would try to balance on their head. This is certainly a somewhat surprising approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Cunt, who expected that it was in fact, wonderful. Who would have imagined, a sponge was the thing that was opted for.

My Gentle Cunt owned a bag of poop to play with. It should have been a fairly weird action, to me and my children, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it would be awesome. Remarkably, a bag of poop was the item that was selected.