| Kyle is obsessed with breasts. Anything that even resembles breasts causes mad lesbian lumberjack horniness. On his way from walking home from a wild orgy with Chris and an old lady's cats, he looked across the street. Two mailboxes side by side. With their flags up. Like a woman's erect nipples as she is lying down. "Gyargh!" Kyle turned away, covering the mass tenting in his swishy pants around his ankle. Swish. Swish. Donuts in the bakery window resting on two plastic poles to hold them on display. Swish. Swish. Swish. Swish. A guy with googly glasses, the dangling eyes like two, full, hanging balls. Swish? ...breasts. Swishswish. A mesh shirt like a million tiny breasts. Swishswishswishswishswish. Two door handles like tassels. Swishswishswishswishswishswish. And Grant, like a round, palpatable, soft, breast. Kyle leaned to the side and passed out. Swish swish...jizz. The End |
| SWISH! Goes the Erect Kyle |