Spongechad grabbed Shrek by his mustard stained collar and pulled him into the kitchen, which is operated by Spongechad and a bunch of rats. He shooed the rats, pinned Shrek's fat hands to the wall and started aggressively kissing him, licking his gums and biting his uvular. He can taste what Shrek had for dinner three nights ago and Shrek could taste Spongechad's mental disorder.
He was moaning and groaning and farting.
Spongefuck sayed "I've been thinking about you ever since you ordered that hot, wet, sticky patty, bitch." and started sucking and licking and biting Shrek on his sweaty, greasy neck.
Shrek moaned the loudest and ugliest moan as he ripped Spankbank's entire uniform off of his solid, shiny body in one tear and suctioned his massive, wide, almost frog-like tongue on Sunksunk's yellow tits and more, covering over 1/3 of his entire torso. Fuckfuck then neatly undressed Shrek (folded his clothes and set them aside too, but seductively) and clenched his sexy hands on Shrek's plump, green ass and slapped them together or whatever they mean when they talk about "clapping cheeks".
Shrek mounted onto the table with all the sandwiches and lubed up with mayonaise. Spondshat presented him with his mighty cock, larger than any, cock as far as the eye could see. It was a marvelous cock. Veiny. Meaty. He was ready to go.
If you are looking for something to read and you lose friends from how childish your humor is, you've come to the right place! if not, you might be filled with grief from finding out this novel exists but life could be worse! milk could have pulp!
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