Garlic, salt, and sour juices poured down my throat. I kiss your green lumpy end and hope this night never ends. SUDDENLY long white stems shoot out from the pickle! I drop it in shock as it wriggles around on the floor, convulsing as it slaps my floor with vigorous energy. It stops. I reach for the pickle when suddenly it speaks to me in a raspy voice.

“Hello… my cuckcumber cutiepoo”

I fall to my knees, the smell of his garlic breath just hits my nose and all the love I saved gushed out of my bussy onto the floor, I squirm. Trying to grab a breath of air as the liquids glisten the floor onto the pickle. Finally catching my breath I look up to see a towering pickle with his hand outstretched to mine. I firmly grasp his embrace as he pulls me in. Never let me go you big green gooey ooey uwu dick’s pickle looking freak. Like a beast he soved me against the dresser and ripped the threads covering my sacred bussy. Shit and juice smears the floor and wall as he chucks the rags against the wall.

“please be gentle”

“theres no time to be gentle”

My legs quiver as I feel his member rub my gaping maw, Biting my lip and letting out a squeak as he thrusts into my sacred hole. It was meant for my true love, not this.. savage pickle monster. I salivate as the pain overtakes my thoughts. not wasting a second he collects my saliva and with a swift motion, lubricates his pickle piston as he rams it deeper and deeper until he finally lets out a mighty moan and pickles my bussy.