Jack Cornwell

= Creepy Jack Cornwell =

by ellie ferg
Jack Cornwell looked at the good shoe in his hands and felt horny.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his crap surroundings. He had always loved shit Darlington with its grieving, giant gyppos. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel horny.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Candice nuts fit in your mouth. Candice was a weird boulder-sized tub of lard with a disgusting penis and spotty legs.

Jack gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a creepy, horny, cum drinker with a ginger penis and fat legs. His friends saw him as a naughty, nervous nonce. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a child.

But not even a creepy person who had once made a cup of tea for a child, was prepared for what Candice had in store today.

The rain hammered loudly, much similar to the sound of dogs with the ears, making Jack horny.

As Jack stepped outside and Candice came closer, he could see the rapid smile on her face.

"I am here because I want sausage," Candice bellowed, in an odd tone. She slammed her fist against Jack's chest, with the force of 1745 cats. "I frigging love you, Jack Cornwell."

Jack looked back, even more horny and still fingering the good shoe. "Candice, I'm not that type of guy," he replied.

They looked at each other with horny feelings, like two rare, rapid rats shagging at a very freaky funeral, which had jazz music playing in the background and two pervy uncles sprinting to the beat.

Jack studied Candice's disgusting penis and spotty legs. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you sausage," he explained, in pitying tones.

Candice looked horny, her body raw like a testy, thoughtless tottenham hotspurs shirt.

Jack could actually hear Candice's body shatter into 3292 pieces. Then the weird boulder-sized tub of lard hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of cum would calm Jack's nerves tonight. THE END