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George stepped onto the bed, giving the tree a smirk.

“Oh my dearest Palm Tree, you need to be fucked.”

His voice was raspy, just what he thought was sexy enough.

He was a thot shit.

George then started dancing on the bed for the palm tree, while singing a song

“Hands on my knees, shaking ass I’m a thot shit.”

He let his cock run loose, trying to impress the tree.

Then Georges wife walked in.

“Wanna fuck a tree senseless?” he asked her.

And so they did.

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The toilet paper shone at him, and George could not help moaning.

It’s white silk, loose, sexy, strands of paper made him so high on the thought.

The bed was inviting for George and the toilet paper, seeming to call him in.

And he obliged.

The paper touched places only suitable for a woman, his moans filling the house with ecstasy.

His wife came in, too, and at the sight of it, she was delighted.

Then, George walked up to her, and said.

“Martha, would you be interested in marrying me in a polyamorous marriage with the paper?”

“Oh George, yes!”

The three of them fucked, got married, and lived life to the fullest.

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The waves called to George, and he couldn’t help smiling back.

“Ocean dearest, I love you so, but I have a polyamorous marriage with Martha and toliey.”

Make it four the waves called to him.

“Oh, I’d love to, mon cher ocean, but they won’t approve of us.”

We will show the world water and man can fuck

George stepped inside of the ocean, taking his cock out of his pants for the water to see.

The ocean seemed to enjoy it, it tickling George so that he moaned.

For the third time in his life, George loved fucking.

Fucking an ocean senseless.

His paper loved him, his Martha too.

The ocean still was fucking him, when Martha walked outside.

“George, dearest, we should get married to this ocean too!”

“Martha, yes!!!”

Fin.

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Maximilien walked up to the Marquis, a look of disdain on his face.

“You want to…fuck?”

“Yeah, you didn’t hear me?”

“I, Marquis, this is not a place-“

“Fuck me until you make me think it is, Robespierre.”

And so, begrudgingly, Maximilien stripped down.

Lafayette purred at the site of him.

“Get this over with.”

They got onto Maximiliens desk, and used it as a bed like prop for their show.

Lafayette sure looked like he was enjoying it. The moans coming from him were louder than anyone else’s were. 

“Touch-me-harder-Rob-es-pierre.”

And he did.

Soon, Maximilien enjoyed it too, his moans starting to become louder and louder.

That’s when Camille walked in.

“Maxime…”

“Camille. It’s not what it looks like.”

“So I can’t join in on the fucking?”

“Oh, Desmoulins, come here” Lafayette moaned, high on Robespierre.

The three smiled at one another, cocks against cocks, bodies against bodies, on a small desk.

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