His Naughty Cunt

His Naughty Cunt always carried a sack of potatoes to drop. It should have been a weird approach to life, to me, but not to the Cunt, who thought that this idea is wonderous. Honestly, a sack of potatoes was the chosen item.

His Naughty Cunt often carried a stapler that they liked to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It is a surprising undertaking, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who considered that this idea is exciting. A stapler is the item to choose.

His Naughty Cunt looked for a vibrator that they liked to play with. It might have been a surprising activity, to you and me, but not to the Cunt, who had decided that it was in fact, stunning. Remarkably, a vibrator is the item to opt for.

His Naughty Cunt craved for a bottle of wine that they would occasionally cuddle. It would have been a somewhat surprising activity, to you, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion it would be exciting. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of wine of all things.

His Naughty Cunt needed a melon that they would insert somewhere. This might appear to be a weird and wonderful exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Cunt, who thought that it was in fact, wonderous. Who would have thought, a melon was the item that was opted for.

His Naughty Cunt desperately looked for a little monkey that they would sometimes put on his head. It should be a different undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Cunt, who feels that the idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have thought, a little monkey being the thing selected.