Naturally I am confused because I am a sandwich and sexuality is baffling to me. Suddenly, he grabs me and with his erection jams a deep gouge through my side. The pain is immense and I cry out in agony, but as a sandwich my screams go unheard. He thrusts over and over, oblivious to my torment. The hole increases in size, my insides literally being destroyed for his pleasure.

When the hole becomes to large he dismounts, and I think for a second he is finished. But no, the real horror is yet to come. He rips my two pieces of bread apart and places his chubby in between them. He stands triumphant, hands on his hips, and stares at this magnificent concoction he has created. It is like a peanut butter and banana sandwich, except with cock instead of a banana.

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John Hancock

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Wait, why is the sandwich just sitting on the counter anyway? I would never leave my freshly made sandwich unattended.

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