"ooh fancy me lemonade do you love?" sugar coo'd from underneath the kitchen table. a putrid egg smell emanated from the wet stain on her panties. her hair was tied in a a afro knot to keep it from obstructing her mouth as it slobbered saliva all over the kitchen tool seated in front of her. tryp moaned and grinned broadly "if that's what you call lemonade i cant wait to taste those melons" as the sound of sugar's globbering gags became louder tryp caught a movement in the corner of his eye. the kitchen door had opened and he saw a small asian boy peering at the spectacle unfolding. tryp's throbbing cock stiffened into sugar's tightening throat. a momentary lull filled the room before the small asian boy approached when tryp beckoned him towards him with sweet words. "dont be scared little man, it isn't rape if you're just in the same room" and then he creamed softly into sugar's eager mouth at the anticipation of finally commiting to his lifelong dream of literal child rape
the end