On the shelf of a seedy store
From Create Your Own Story
You are standing on the shelf of a dim-light store where the clerk does crack at 9 AM and runs a meth lab out of his trailer. You've been stuck on this shelf now for days, just like some leftover condom that can't be used anymore because it has a hole in it. It seems as if girls these days go for huge ones or black dildos. As time ticks, you begin to sulk, thinking that you'll continue to wait for eternity before you get to see some fresh pussy. Suddenly, a shadow falls over you and a hand reaches for you. Who does the hand belong to?
