The huge, voluminous bags were made of skin-colored plastic that appeared delicious. It was like an AI funbot with below-room temperature intelligence. Barney had taken over the mission to fix the speed bump of a tongue blocking the path forward. There was an alarm at the uvula when it met resistance and eventually gained entry where it caused all sorts of havoc. DP’d and savoring some dirty A2M, she drank from the yellow hose of discipline. She pleaded for the Vaccinated Vandal’s ejaculate as he pounded her, filling her up completely. Her biological clock ticked just like Osama’s suitcase bomb. Three more goo blasts landed on her face before Bootleg spat a loogie on her.