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           “Inside a dark forest next to a golden bricked road that gleam

Into pink flesh he slid between ass cheeks that were green,

            “Like a broken musical note a moan from her mouth begin to float

As he penetrated evil pussy that didn’t know the meaning of water nor soap,

 

            “The grip on her broom tightened as her black skirt rested on her back

Face down ass up exposing a seductive pussy that was hairy and fat,

            “The spell of illusion and persuasion were the only words spoken

That led to this moment of accepting a hardcore strokin,

 

            “Through the trees the Emerald City sparkled during the day

While with a wicked grin her gripping pussy he begin to slay,

            “On occasion she would look back whenever he hit that spot

But eyes of determination and desire displayed he was not going to stop,

 

            “The deeper he pushed made her cackle and scream

Causing her pussy to waterfall drip with slimy cream,

            “Whenever it hit the ground green smoke rose with a hiss

Spreading her legs wider she squirted like she was taking a piss,

 

            “The foul fumes was inhaled through his mouth and nose

That sent a sexual tingle throughout his flesh which was ice cold,

            “Instantly he found himself naked and curled up in the grass

As something painful slid out of his ass,

 

            “Looking back, she was fully clothed holding her broom covered in shit

With a wicked grin she ask ‘how you like the feel of my dick’,

            “My illusion I placed upon you was a personal evil twist

 Because all along I was fucking you like a munchkin bitch,

 

            “Speaking an ancient word of power his heart disintegrated into dust

While his flesh transformed into metallic rust,

            “Through the slow agonizing process he cried in pain

As his brain became feebleminded that made him animalistic insane,

 

            “She conjured an old oil can out of thin air

That contained liquid made from his blood and her pubic hair,

            “Afterwards she said ‘enjoy your new existence of being damned

Forever as the OZ’s cursed Tin Man’.  

 

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