Beth loved this little cottage in the woods. Once her hugely horny Sasquatch had brought her here, she knew she was home. This wee place in the middle of nowhere, beside a stream, the lake just down the hill, was absolutely perfect. Of course, the hairy beast with the huge cock loved to have a lot of sex but gently pounding her in a caring manner, long and slow strokes, which Beth loved more with each passing day. His huge cock was so big in her that it almost hurt but the feeling was so wonderful as he plunged and thrust that she could cum more or less constantly.
The first time I saw her I was in line at the coffee shop. She was so small: five feet tall or less and skinny, except for a cute full bum packed into tight pants. When she got her coffee, she turned and saw me for the first time. She gasped and looked from my chest up to my face.
Beth was lost in thought in her little cabin in the woods. What had she seen strolling about that morning? It looked like four little men but they all had the most enormous cocks and balls she'd ever seen. They had circled her, speaking in a singsong language but she couldn't understand what they said.
What's in a gnome? According to the world of British gardening, that which we call a rose by any other gnome would NOT smell as sweet ok, I will stop now. The New York Times reports that the Royal Horticultural Society has lifted their immemorial ban on the common garden gnome — for this year only — at the Chelsea Flower Show, and now everyone's knickers are all in a twist. Predictably, garden gnomes do not fit into the traditional aesthetic. Maybe because the bearded sprites are nature's little anarchists.