In the ass, hard...

But Ann Coulter is the only celebrity I've ever spotted at Farmer's Market that I wound up fucking in the ass, hard. [...] 'What do you think of the war: complete success, or very nearly complete success?' she asked. 'Well, in no time, barring the strong possibility of Civil War--we'll have a democratically-elected anti-US Islamicist government in charge of the world's second-largest oil reserves, so I'd have to say only very-nearly, on the complete success scale, at a hysterically distorted best.' She showed her teeth. 'It sounds to me like you don't support our troops.' 'I think that 'Support Our Troops' business is the most crass, craven cowardice ever to go unquestioned by the allegedly Liberal media.' 'Yes? Yes?' There was oddly growing excitement in her voice. [...] 'Where do you live?' 'A few blocks away.' 'Take me there.'
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She pointed to her twitching, puckered anus. 'See this?' I nodded eagerly. 'I want you to wreck it.' I spit on my skeezer-pleaser and, prying her ass cheeks apart like a hot dinner roll, drove it home, into the biggest browneye I had ever seen. She gurgled contentedly. Every thrust of my babymaker was met with a wrenched squeal as I grabbed her by the hips and began really leaning into it. 'Harder!' she begged, 'Harder!! Tell me what you think of Chomsky!'
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I ejaculated with what seemed like enough force to blow out the back of her head--but her head was made of stronger stuff. She sputtered, gobbled and gulped what I'd have to call a very liberal, even radically so, quantity of hot splooey. Once she caught her breath, she wiped her mouth, stood, and took me by the hand. 'Let's go to the bathroom.' 'Why?' She seemed surprised I had to ask. Her tone was that of someone reminding another of something too obvious to need mention. 'Uh, so I can get in the tub and you can piss all over me?'

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