My Chinese Cunt

My Chinese Cunt searched for a sponge that they would often put down their trousers. It should be an unusual undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Cunt, who assumed it would be entertaining. A sponge was the thing that was selected.

My Chinese Cunt craved for a pen that they would worship. It should be a fairly exciting operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is amazing. You wouldnt have imagined, a pen was the item that was selected.

My Chinese Cunt searched for a melon that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. This seems to be a fairly original operation, to some, but not to the Cunt, who considered that this idea was wonderful. Who would have imagined, a melon is the thing that was chosen.

My Chinese Cunt desperately searched for a cheese grater that they would sometimes hug. This is certainly an unusual suggestion, to my grandpa, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it would be breathtaking. Strangely, a cheese grater was the thing that was selected.

My Chinese Cunt desperately searched for a tomato that they sometimes eat. It might have been a fairly curious activity, to my grandma, but not to the Cunt, who had decided it was breathtaking. Bizarrely, a tomato was the item that was selected.

My Chinese Cunt desperately wanted a pen that they liked to break. It is a fairly weird approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Cunt, who had come to the conclusion it would be stunning. Bizarrely, a pen being the chosen thing.