Page 5 of Frosty Felicity
Squid Game Squirters? Oh God, No!
What’s this… BAM. COCK? Bald headed little people in mud, riding big cocks…
Uh. NOPE. HARD PASS.
Tentacle Porn? Is that a thing? Oh my God… I think it’s a thing. Japanese. I’m a bit grossed out but oddly curious. Nah… Moving on… For now…
Dirty Police Officer frisks speeder and gives her a rock-hard stern violation… Oh, yes… this right here might just be what the pharmacist ordered!
She hit play and got settled into bed, her eyes fixated on the tall, handsome man with shiny handcuffs and an axe to grind, as he told the young buxom lady in the driver’s seat that she was driving waaaaay too fast. There was only one way to get out of the ticket, and her orifices would have to pay the price…
Felicity reached into her dresser drawer, pulled out ‘Mr. Peter Rabbit,’ and turned him on to medium speed. She situated the vibrator just so beneath the sheets, tilting her hips at the perfect angle as she kept her eyes on the screen.
“Get out of the car, missy,” the cop ordered. “I need to see your high beams and rocket pocket registration…”
Ahhh, yes. Buckle up, boys! I’ll be back in sleepy town in no time flat!
