Her Fucking Poodle

Her Fucking Poodle desired a crown that they would occasionally put up their bum. It might have been an astonishing activity, to most, but not to the Poodle, who had decided it would be spectacular. Honestly, a crown is the thing to select.

Her Fucking Poodle searched for a big sponge that they would put down their trousers. It was a somewhat surprising undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Poodle, who felt that the idea was fun. A big sponge would be the thing that was chosen.

Her Fucking Poodle desired a bag of flour that they liked to play with. It was a strange thought, to me and my wife, but not to the Poodle, who felt that this idea was exciting. You wouldnt have imagined, a bag of flour is the item to opt for.

Her Fucking Poodle owned a wig that they would occasionally experiment on. One might say this is a fairly extraordinary exercise, to you, but not to the Poodle, who expected that the idea was simply life. Remarkably, a wig was the item that was selected.

Her Fucking Poodle wanted a porno magazine that they would rub on his belly. This could be considered a fairly funny proposal, to some, but not to the Poodle, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, stunning. Who would have thought, a porno magazine was the chosen item.

Her Fucking Poodle looked for a pint of beer to put down their trousers. This seems an extraordinary proposal, to my grandpa, but not to the Poodle, who expected that this idea was magnificent. A pint of beer is the item to opt for.