Her Fucking Jerk

Her Fucking Jerk often carried a bag of flour that they sometimes share. It would have been a fairly strange thought, to everybody you know, but not to the Jerk, who thinks that the idea was miraculous. Honestly, a bag of flour having that done to it

Her Fucking Jerk craved for a custard pie that they sometimes put on his head. It should have been an odd suggestion, to my grandma, but not to the Jerk, who had decided it would be spectacular. A custard pie would be the thing that was chosen.

Her Fucking Jerk desperately craved for a crown that they liked to put on his head. It might be a fairly exciting action, to my grandpa, but not to the Jerk, who had decided it was epic. Who would have imagined, a crown was the item that was selected.

Her Fucking Jerk owned a dildo that they would drop. This seems an unusual activity, to you and me, but not to the Jerk, who thinks that the idea was breathtaking. You wouldnt have thought, a dildo of all things.

Her Fucking Jerk searched for a pint of beer that they would play with. It is a curious undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Jerk, who considered that this idea is stunning. Strangely, a pint of beer is the item to select.

Her Fucking Jerk had a tomato that they would occasionally insert somewhere. It is a bizarre thought, to my mum, but not to the Jerk, who had decided that the idea was stunning. You wouldnt have imagined, a tomato was the thing that was selected.