I wish clown girls were an actual race of people. Their entire skin is white. The clown nose is natural. Their nipples and pussy lips, aka Clussy, have alternate colors, sometimes the same as the lips. Their skin probably tastes funny Imagine the taste of their breast milk. Grabbing their breasts or ass causes a honk noise. Want to playfully grope Clown wifes butt in public, loud ass honk is heard echoing from her. Everyone turns to you too, knowing full well what is going on. She embarrassingly honks her nose, trying to play it off.
I WISH CLOWN GIRLS WERE A REAL HUMAN RACE, THEIR WHOLE SKIN IS WHITE, THEIR CLOWN NOSES ARE NATURAL, THEIR NIPPLES AND VAGINAL LIPS (ALSO KNOWN AS CLUSSY) HAVE ALTERNATING AND SATURATED COLORS... THEIR SKIN PROBABLY TASTES FUNNY, IMAGINE THE TASTE OF THEIR BREAST MILK! SQUEEZING THEIR TITS OR ASS MAKES A CLOWN HORN SOUND, YOU SQUEEZE YOUR WIFE'S FAT WHITE BUTT IN PUBLIC AND A LOUD CLOWN HORN SOUND ERUPTS FROM HER BEHIND, EVERYONE LOOKS AT YOU, KNOWING EXACTLY WHAT HAS JUST TRANSPIRED, AND SHE TENACIOUSLY SQUEEZES YOUR NOSE BACK, TRYING TO COVER UP HER EMBARRASSEMENT.
i wish clown girls were a real breed of humans, their entire skin is white, the red nose is natural, the nipples and vaginal lips (also known as clownssy) have alternate colors, their skin probably have a fun taste , imagine the taste of the breast milk, squeezing their breasts and ass make a horn sound. you squeeze your clown-wife's butt in public and a loud horn sounds by her, then everyone looks at you knowing exactly what you've done, and then she stimidly squeeze your nose to get it out
Oh god I wish Polka would show up unannounced at my front porch in her clown car with inflatable condoms shaped like circus elephants. She would barge in through my front door but barley fit as her puffy clown dress leaves almost no room to spare. Polka would then pull me up to the bedroom, but I would be too embarrassed to look at her reaction as the room is entirely decorated in clown memorabilia. With a powerful shove, Polka would push me onto the bed sheets, releasing a honk sound from the bed's hidden integrated clown mechanism. I would then sit there and watch Polka painstakingly take of the layers of her clown outfit, as she struggles with the intricacy of the many floofs and puffs. When Polka finally strips to just her underwear, she would mount me and clap down with a powerful grip. Unable to break free of Polka's well trained circus hands, I would surrender my being to whatever she desires. As I'd be held down with a single hand, Polka slides her underwear to the side. Finally. Clussy.
