"Nuclear submarines," Marshall said, a lustful hint resonating in his thick British accent, "I want to have them shoved so far up my arse that I could sail to Mongolia." He had a look of longing deep set within his dark and mysterious eyes.
"Mongolia isn't even on the coast you little British cunt,"Kadie retorted whilst applying more lube to her 4 foot long cow dick, created by generations of Texan-style inbreeding and genetic deformation.
"Exactly," Marshall said, drawing out the word long enough that it would be able to match the enviable length of Kadie's magnificent well lubed cock.
Kadie had decided to punish Marshall after what he had said about how her finely trimmed 'stache made her look like a certain someone whose name rhymed with Kadolf Schmitler. She had bent him over and took a liking to smacking his mighty buttock flesh, causing a thunderous explosion of expletives and Trump electoral speeches to spew forth from the fat British cunt's mouth, and with every successive impact causing his chin's chins to wobble. Kadie then readied herself into position, hooves and legs wrapped round the man-child's waist, and told Marshall to open wide.
"Ahhhhhhh- ARGGGHH JESUS CHRIS HELP ME!" He screamed as Kadie rammed a fist into his tight, virgin mancunt. "MY ARSE FEELS LIKE A YAWNING HIPPO!" He roared, spewing more and more electoral speeches, exclaiming at one point that he could #FeelTheBern.
Marshall, at this point, realised that he had clearly opened up the wrong hole. He bit down on his tongue, causing a slight trickle of blood and the metallic taste to fill his mouth. Kadie began to pump her fist, slowly at first, forward and backward in strong, powerful strokes. It was warm, and her fist was well lubed from all those pigs the filthy redneck had fisted earlier, even further still by the brown sludge that had occupied his colon, and so she slid in and out of his tight puckered hole with ease. However, she knew that this was by far not enough, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw something; a glass bottle.
With this, she achieved a zen like bout of true enlightenment. She seized the bottle and then smashed it over Marshall's mighty slabs of white buttock meat, decorating the pale flesh with faint, glimmering glass shards. Howling, he erupted with more and more quotes from the Republicans about the legitimacy of Obama's U.S. birth certificate and Kadie retrieved her monstrous hand from Marshall's mancunt, and stuck the shards of glass in between her knuckles. Returning back to the fisting, this time plunging even deeper into his colon's furthest reaches, the glass-inlaid fist created several severe lacerations that ran the length of his rectal passage, tearing his colon into small pink ribbons. The blood made her hand slick and wet, mixing with the sludge that had leaked out from his gaping hole, and she was getting really horny over this.
She reached down deep into her gay pride parade themed shorts, and grabbed the pre-lubed, well polished behemoth of a cock and began running her finger along the tip of her spear, gently advertising a thin trail of precum to emerge from its end. By this time, Marshall was unconscious and was heavily bleeding, and Kadie, knowing her time with him in this world shouldn't be wasted, decided to not let the precious red lubricant go to waste. She quickly rammed her cock inside of him, rupturing and tearing his intestines apart, practically cleaving his body asunder.
"Right. Now to fuck him whilst he's still warm," she whispered to herself as she slammed her cock in and out of his soft boypussy, at points so deep in him she may as well as have been fucking his brains out. The involuntarily twitches from his lifeless husk of a body brought Kadie ever closer to orgasm. As she felt his sphincter contract and tighten rhythmically around her cock, she began to speed up her thrusts, well and truly bringing her past the edge.
She began pumping thick, creamy cum into his mancunt, and with each and every thrust her moans could be heard throughout the entire apartment building. Her body began to overload with all the pleasure wrought from his body, and she passed out unconscious, in a pool of red, bloodied cum diluted with shit, still dripping from Marshall's sweet delectable rear, forming a small puddle at the base of the unconscious pair.
