I need to fuck Doug Dimmadome, owner of the Dimmadale Dimmadome so badly. I imagine him unfurling his hairy schlong and it’s three times the length of his giant fucking hat. I hear his booming voice say “I’M DOUG DIMMADOME, OWNER OF THE DIMMSDALE DIMMADOME!” Then his penis reaches out like a prehensile tentacle and picks me up by the neck. It drops me in his 400-foot-long limo and his limo driver blindfolds me. When the blindfold comes off, I find myself tied up in Doug Dimmadome’s Dimmadome Sex Dungeon. He’s fully naked now – rippling pecs and quivering man-sausage on display – except his hat, belt, and humongous shiny belt buckle. “YEEEEEEEHAWWW!” he bellows, his voice booming like an earthquake. And before I know it his dimmadick and penetrated every corner of my ass, inflating me with cum like a blimp.