"Forgive me, God," he pleaded, clearly enjoying the sensation but asking for redemption – while committing the act of all things!
"Oh, my God!" Marge screamed. "Oh, God. Thank you for the cock you gave your whiney little protégé, God," she said with a grin. The slapping of impact filled the room, one after the other, and the pace fastened.
"Arghh!" Ned groaned with a sharp sensation.
"Here he comes!" Marge shrieked with glee. With complete control she thrust herself in him deeper and quicker than ever. "Fuck that fuckin' pussy, you pansy!" Her wild side was, as you can tell, quite wild. Marge Simpson on your TV and Marge Simpson on her Slut Tour were two completely different beings. "FFFUUUUUUUUCCCKKK-AAHHH...... MMEEEEEEEEE-OHHHHH!"
Marge shouted at the sheer capacity of her lungs. "FILL ME THE FUCK UP!" she demanded vigorously.
"Oh-aghh," Ned whimpered, like the pussy Marge took him for. His package was substantial, but his mindset was like that of some shemale nun. And as frustrating as it was for Marge to bear with, it's what made it fun. It's what made it so taboo, and Ned was unique in that way. Hell, even Reverend Lovejoy was a careless brute in the sack. Bondage, name-calling, all other kinky shit; believe it or not, he was the king of all that in this two-faced, sex-crazed town.
And Lovejoy was the man to 'ignite the match' f...