Was once almost killed by a single fist. Yon had just come home from the gym, his arms swollen and sweaty. He grunted a greeting, spun me round and shoved his armnhammer into my love muffin. I cried out, please, please take my underwear off first, the nylon will prolapse my passage. Yon calls this a double dutch udder, but in his language it sounds more pleasant.
I'm so hard right now, please, write the conclusion so I can have one, too!