Michael Trapson tore open my a** open and made me scream! he said I can’t stop loving you and I told him to jam it right in, beat it good! when he was done, there was blood on the dance floor, it was bad. My a*** had prolapsed. but Michael told me don’t worry, you are not alone, then shoved that BBC right back up my shitcooter and turned me into his own liberian girl a real dirty diana.

He seeded me thrice that night, then took off like a speed demon, never to be seen again.