contemplating the beauty of nature and the sanctity of life, when he was
set upon by a yeti. The yeti tore into the monks robes and struck a
savage blow with its powerful clawed hand, ripping a horrible wound into
the monk's belly.
The yeti, now overcome with lust, has begun to
brutally fuck the gaping bloody wound with its enormous, throbbing
spiked cock. The beasts massive balls are swinging back and forth in its
pendulous scrotum.
Meanwhile, the Dali Lama, controller of the yeti,
stands watching from behind a bush. His glasses are askew as he laughs
maniacally, his orange robes are hitched up to his round belly and he
viciously beats at his own engorged prick with a sharp rock, thus
creating a beautiful fountain of blood and spunk.
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