PART 3 (to be continued)
She didn’t respond. She was fixated on the yellow acorn that just barely protruded from Yang’s thick pube mound. She was unaware, as the difference was imperceptible, that Yang was fully erect.
“You know, Carly. My sweet, precious Carly… I really thought you were going to make me proud. Until now you have done nothing but let me down. I’d like to offer you one last chance to make me happy. To make me proud. Do you want to make me proud, Carly?”
Once again, Carly was too petrified by the scene unfolding before her to answer Yang’s inquisitions. She nodded, meekly. A single tear fell down her cheek.
“Ever since we started this campaign I’ve been looking into some very, shall we say… dark… arts. Do you know what meme magic is, Carly?” Yang asked, though he continued speaking as if he hadn’t expected a response. “Meme magic is very powerful. It can be very dangerous, as you and I have seen firsthand. Nobody truly knows where meme magic comes from, or what is. Some men claim it to be the blessings of a chaotic frog-god. Others believe that it is a form of ancient numerology. Personally, my research has led me to believe that true meme magic can only come from within. Now turn around bend over, I want you to share your meme magic with me.”
Carly positioned herself on her hand and knees. Yang sat down behind her and removed her soft, cotton panties from beneath her cheap business skirt and rubbed them all over his face before tossing them aside.
“You know what I want, Carly.” He said, placing his meaty nose between her soft, taut cheeks. “Give it to me. Give Daddy Yang what he wants.” She tensed slightly, then released.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPFT!
The sweet emission was punctuated by a speckle of brown moisture.
“Yumm, yummy!” Yang squealed with glee. “Delicious rasberries! I am in ecstasy! More! I need more!"
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