Californication (Californication) (№ 252699)

- Hank, how are you feeling?
- Well, since you asked... I feel as though the Lord lifted me up with his bare hands, then put me on the canvas of rusty nails, lifted my legs over my head, tied me up and stuck. No vaseline, no grease, no nothing not even polonevich. Then the bastard took the helmet of Darth Vader, put on this helmet myself at the end and whacked me on the tonsils, and he destroyed my beautiful virgin ass, my sweet brown rosebud, and then pulled out, cum on my Tits, wiped his dick on the curtains and left me to die.