Super Happy Explosion Demon of Omi
Epilogue - Thrust and Twirl
The pencil slides in and out of her hot, wet, ear canal.
Dari couldn't take it anymore, a fountain of semen burst forth from his groin like a Biblical flood with such force that it pinned his desk to the ceiling. Blood sprayed from his nose, joining the torrent and coating the ceiling in a mixture so vile that only the Japanese could find it erotic.
"Mr. Armostrongo!" cried Miss Tokyomama with mock outrage, "you will have to stay after school today for a private conference!"
OR IS IT?!?!?!