It was a worm sunny day in the kingdom of Leonato Land™. Benny Goodman sat sexually on a bench in a bench on the courtyard.
"Beat-a-boob!" he cooed out to his so-called "fair" lover. She was horny all the time, and he knew this.
Bie-triss sat next to him on his lap. "Yes, my sugar dumpling?"
"I want bang you hard." his lips trembled at the thought. She hadn't taken a shower in weeks.
Beatrice stuttered, holding his penis through his loincloths. "Can it wait?" she murmured. "I'm kind of sort of my period, and I'm a little crusty down there."
"That makes it all the better," Ben E. Dick hummed. "It'll feel like a McDonalds burrito."
Then, Leonato swuuped in from the sky and slammed the door shut behind him. "Can I be of any use?"
Benedick hissed and scratched Leonato's luscious face, like Simba, except more sexuality. "Don't u dare drink that milk, you mow-foe. You know me, I like my go-go juice nice and warm."
Leonanto shoved his large, elected wee-wee into the scrawny butthole of Don Pedophilia, who was there too. Donathan Pediatrician was dead and nailed to the ceiling. Just the way he wanted to go.
As Leo humped and thrusted away, Beatrice started to get a little moist for the first time in four years. Her vagina felt like someone put a little too much ketchup on their french fries.
"Benedick, show us your Bene-dick."
He didn't need to be asked twice. But he was asked twice, because Beatrice had a speech impediment that forced her to repeat every second sentence she said three times. By the time she got to the last "Bene-dick", Ben was already knee deep in her love hole.
"Warm me up from the inside, honey."
Little did they know, Com "radical" Stevenson had already been furiously masturbating ever since Beatrice ever started speaking at birth. Coma-rad's hand and penis skin had fused together several days ago, causing an enormous growth in both penis size, hair length and life expectancy. She could speak at birth because she was a one smart cookie.
They all ejaculate in unison like an orchestra of ejaculation. The semen was as white as the white of Hitler's eyes. Hitler was also a a smart cookie, but he only had one teste. He also wasn't a cookie, he was a fuckin murderer. But he was just was a baby when this had have been happened.
Beatrice choked on the orangutang she'd been blowing. His name was Carl Sagan, and he was one cooked Smartie®™.
