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I want to ♥♥♥♥ a toaster. Just the thought of stuffing my ♥♥♥♥ in a tight little breadslot makes me rock hard. I could ♥♥♥♥ it on the counter, on the kitchen table, or anywhere else it wants. I could dress up like a maintenence tech for some sensual roleplay beforehand. I am a slave to the toaster's whim. I want to stick my fingers inside the bread slot and whisper "yeah you like that you toasty ♥♥♥♥♥?" Then I want to mount it when it's good and teased and then gyrate my hips like a rabbit with tourettes until my melted ♥♥♥♥ explodes inside the toaster's tight slot. When I'm done my ♥♥♥♥ will look like a burnt sausage that had it's casing popped open with melted cheese dripping out of it and the thought of that makes me want to break into a Walmart again. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ I want to ♥♥♥♥ a toaster.

I want to have sex with a toaster. I can win by wearing a bag over my head. I can burn it on a table, or on a suitable table, or anything else. I used to work in the kitchen. I want to whisper my finger on the bread. Then I have to swim and laugh when I'm right, turn my ass like a rabbit and hold it until my son melts at dinner. My cat opens the box and it looks like a grilled sausage and a piece of grilled cheese, and with that in mind, I wanted to go back to Walmart.