WARNING: POINTLESS SEX? CRACK! FRUK-ERY! FRUK-ERY EVERYWHERE!
FrUk Me Slowly:
"Oh Iggy, my darling cup of tea, come to me!"
"Francis! My body is ready!"
Their body's connect, and a scream of passion fills the room. A little thrusting here and there. Some pointless moaning, or maybe its pointful? Some hair tugging and name calling.
"Oh my Iggy!"
"FrUk me! FrUk me har― I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!" The English man screamed and he shoved the naked man off of him. "Kiku! Why do I have to do this!"
The small Japanese man giggled, "You didn't, you totally wanted this anyways."
"Mr. Kirkland, Your boyfriend is here." A voice from off stage called. A tall blonde man with a bomber jacket came running in. He waltzed over to the French man, and painfully slapped his hand across his face. "Touch my man again, and I'll chop your balls off." He carried the English man bridal style out of the building where they had beautiful, wonderful UsUk sex.
I don't even like FrUk… At all. Feel free to review this shit, I'm slowly crashing from my coffee high… *dies*